Father I Won't Do Anything Novel Novels & Stories

“By the way, the guy by the bar is staring at your ass. Congratulations, you’re still hot, even while dying inside.” “Pick a new hobby,” Ava says. “Preferably one that doesn’t involve narrating my ass.” Riley leans in, eyes flicking over the crowd. “I’d love to. But right now, my main hobby is **spotting threats**. And your father just walked in with the mayor, so I’d say the evening is about to slide straight into ‘unsafe’ anyway.” Ava’s spine stiffens as she catches sight of Vince Moretti making his entrance.

"You can't possibly expect me to believe there's nothing you can do. You're his only son. We could help each other, tell him we don't suit. You could come up with a complaint or accuse me of something.” “It's useless. Añastacia, my father will not believe me and he already knows I have no interest in this plan, and besides, once he decides on nothing, nothing you ever do can change his mind about it.” The floor and walls titled, like there were going to suffocate me. My palms became moist. I wasn't about to give up. "Nico, I don't want this. I want to go home, back to Toronto. I just turned eighteen, I just want to go to college.”

“I actually found something very interesting here.” My father’s voice on the phone sharpened with curiosity. “What is it, son?” I laughed again and shook my head. “It is not important. Do not worry about it.” He did not push. Instead, he asked suddenly, “How is it going between you and Nova?” I felt a scowl spread across my face, and I snapped before I could control myself. “Anything with her is purely buisness, Father. No emotions involved. She is just a means to an alliance, nothing more.”

"You are just like your father. Always taking what does not belong to you." The room is cold. The rain started again, drumming on the window like impatient fingers. My mother lies motionless on the bed, the black mark on her arm pulsing in time with the flickering lights. "Please." My voice is barely a whisper. "Do not do this."Do not do what, Zoe?" My father steps closer. The gun does not waver. "Do not protect what is mine? Do I not finish what I started twenty years ago?"

She also said Eugene had seen Ian as his biological father since he was a child, and she couldn't let anyone destroy everything they had built. Ian, however, had already tuned her out. He immediately hung up on her. The room fell into a dead silence. After a long while, he looked at me and said hoarsely, "I'll deal with her." I looked up at him calmly. "It doesn't matter who you deal with. It won't bring Mom back." Ian looked as if those words had nailed him to the spot. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't make another sound. … In no time, things spiraled out of control. Ian began to look into the money he thought he had given Mom and me over the years. The results showed that not a si

“I will make one phone call and ensure no company hires you again. I will destroy every opportunity you have before it even begins. Every bank account linked to your name will be investigated, and every person associated with you will suffer consequences.” My breathing came out short “Father, stop…” I whispered. “No,” he snapped sharply. “He needs to understand exactly where he stands.” Then his gaze shifted back toward Adrian again. “You think this is some pathetic love story?” he asked mockingly. “You think loving my daughter suddenly makes you worthy of her?” Adrian didn’t answer. But the tension radiating from him was becoming unbearable now. “I want you to suffer,” my father admitted op

"I didn't do anything to you. You betrayed me. Why? Just tell me why." His face was a wreck. Tears running down it. He wanted an answer. Fine. I'd give him one. He was the only son of the Moretti family. Born to be the Don. And he walked away. For me. His father pressured him every way you can pressure a man. He didn't budge. He wouldn't come home. He worked as a real-estate agent. Long hours. Took everything he made and brought it home. He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house.

This is personal. I get my mail ready because the party is in two days. Every detail matters. Every message has to be clear. I want them to know that we are not going to take any hostages. There will be no bargaining chips, no last-minute pleas, no deals made in back rooms. We are going to kill everybody who is in there. I do not care who is in there. I do not care about the children or anybody else who happens to be breathing under that roof. I don't have a heart, and I never pretended to have one. My father always told me that if you are weak and you have a heart, you will never come to the top. He lived by that rule, and he died by it. He did not have a heart, and that is exactly why he k

Ava's Pov I was halfway to my room, shivering, with my hair matted to my face. I was shivering but it was nothing compared to the way my body felt like it was suddenly on fire. I could not bring myself to stop thinking about my father-in-law….and sexually too. “Are you still sulking?” Claire asked when I was hallways down the staircase. She was tapping her manicured nails against her phone screen. And of course, the little boy was with her, with his curly hair, and chubby cheeks. He clung to her skirt while sucking on a lollipop, I wished I could hate him, but he did nothing wrong.

How can a man who doesn't understand his own son understand a complete stranger? I stay silent. As I always do. My mother looks at me with the same sympathy in her eyes as she always does. My father levels me with a hard look, as usual. The only new addition here is Anthony Crosswalk. Who looks at me like I'm way beneath him. But, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what he thinks about me, because it's not him I'm marrying, it's his son, who, from what I've seen, does not like his father. "Where's Warren?" I ask my mother, referring to the boy who used to landscape our garden, AKA my childhood crush.