Father I Won't Do Anything Novel Novels & Stories

Father should not know about that. My stomach tightens. How does he know about that? “It’s not what you think, Father,” I say. The words feel delayed. Like they arrive after I speak them. A pause. Father steps forward. Or perhaps the room simply shortens the distance between us. “No need for excuses,” he says dismissively. “I am not here to discuss your unhealthy fixations.” The word lands harder than it should. Fixations. Like he can see every ugly thing living inside my head.

“Really? No, I will talk with your father...” “But Agent Nova has missions waiting for her, right?” He widened his eyes to me, signaling me to lie. I wanted to tease him. “Why don’t we stay for the day, Agent Rush?” He shook his head. “No, it is not just dad who is going to kill me, Wave will too! It is going to be the death of me.” “Hmm…It looks like my son is really against the idea… then I’m afraid Agent Nova, can you give us a moment alone so I can teach him manners?”

Characters stuck in a game had no right to mock those on the outside anyway, and certainly not an elite player like me. I had conquered at least eight hundred worlds, if not more. When it came to love, I put myself first. Unconvinced, Kaden sneered at my joy, his finger up my face. “Just drop it, Dad. I know you. I bet you’re dying inside, but you want to put on a brave face anyway. Tell you what. If you apologize now and get on all fours to give me a ride, I’ll consider letting you be my father still.

Ridiculous! “I did not wish for the best father. All I wanted was, to have a little attention from you since I didn’t get it from Mom. Anyway, it’s too late for that. You can still find a new wife and a new step-daughter to shoot a perfect family photo and a perfectly functional family you wished you had.”

this time my father is interrupted by a smack across his face from Adia. “Daddy, I covered up your infidelity and you spoiled me for years! Meanwhile, you pushed and pushed your other child to be something they aren’t, yes they were a star soccer player, yes they walk tall and keep their head held high, but they also shake their hips better than nearly anybody out there, they have won awards for what they love to do, daddy! They are going to be in a major role in the school musical. A production their school has only put on once before and until they showed the theater director what they had he didn’t want to risk the controversy of it again, but Nova is that good. Daddy, your second child i

The nature of this planet, a cruel struggle for survival, required every way possible to survive, and that includes manipulating and using people. |...| After this shocking yet predicted revelation, nothing changes, so I continued walking home. I wouldn't consider what happened today as a tragedy; it's not even an inconvenience for me. Mother should be mad that I didn't do what she asked, so I should call father... "*Ring." "Hello? Old man? I'm heading home now, and uhh... sorry I wasn't able to buy the groceries... we had club activities." "Hmm? Club activities on a Sunday? You got laid or what?"

Fuck, what if he married her or made her a mistress? I wouldn’t rule it out as a shiver raced down my spine at the idea. Father had no real interest in anything I had to say so I stayed quiet. His eyes would have popped if I had told him his own daughter had manipulated him into exiling someone falsely. That a key Beta was working for Greenway. Unfortunately his only answer to everything was immediate violence. He didn’t torture like Austin and Eduardo, he sought swift death and retribution which was increasingly less potent the older he became.

I packed a small suitcase and sat on the bed. “Please let Bridget pick up.” My thumb hovered above the green button for a while. No. What was I doing? I couldn’t stay with Bridget. That was eevn worse. Eliot was there. A shudder ran down my spine and my stomach threatened to make me barf. I still couldn’t believe that Mr. Kane was interested in competing with his son for women. Did Eliot know about this? Was this some kind of sick father-and-son game or was Mr. Kane just a sicko?

Beside me, Mitchell was trembling so violently that the floorboards vibrated beneath his boots. "Why?" Novalee asked, looking between us. She was completely blind. She could not feel the sheer, violent pressure building in the air. She did not realize that I was one second away from ripping her head off her body. Uncle Jethro stepped forward. He slammed his heavy arms around my chest, pinning my shoulders back. My father moved simultaneously, locking Mitchell in a suffocating bear hug. "Do it," my father commanded Ian. Ian took a slow, agonizing step toward Betty’s bed. He reached out and grabbed her small, pale hand.

Nolan said, his posture straightening instinctively under his father’s gaze. Zayn’s phone began to vibrate in his hand again. He looked at the screen, then at us, giving a sharp, distracted nod before turning to walk away. I watched the broad expanse of his back as he answered the call, the air thickened, his presence clinging even after he disappeared. The contrast between the father’s power and the son’s pathetic ego was almost laughable. “Come on. Let me take you home,” Nolan muttered, his Alpha bravado clearly shaken by his father’s brief appearance.