Father I Won't Do Anything Novel Novels & Stories

Instead of leading by example, he was way into his evil deeds that he killed off a mother who doesn't own him nothing talk more of ever doing to father any shits. Spend the night with me, followed by an unshakable 'NO' by a woman shouldn't cause a problem. The men should learn to leave the uninterested women whether mateless or not alone, and go for someone else. But heck- Father was nut in the head to want to force a woman with a mate and a son into his bed, when she's nothing but uninterested in his pure lust of her.

Not giving up but working for a solution and then the selflessness of doing it for others too. I don’t realise I am crying until Nova wipes a tear from my face. “Hey less of that~” she says smiling softly at me “No crying allowed unless they’re happy tears, okay? Look it is what it is, we will fix it. I’ve discovered I can be quite relentless.” I don’t deserve her but I will spend everyday of my life trying to be a man that does. Someone knocks on the door again. My father pokes his head in when I say to come in.

Winter's POV " I am not filing for a divorce " I say for what felt like the hundredth time. My father sighs, he knows very well that he won't be able to change my mind. My mother on the other hand doesn't know me as much as she would like people to think, how could she when she'd never had time for her children. She whines to my father, looking very displeased with my decision.

"You are his father... How could you...?!" "Exactly. I am his father. And I have more power, more money, and more authority than he will ever have. Adrian threw you away because you were useless to him. But me? I found you... interesting," Don Lorenzo whispered, his tone turning dangerous. "And let me tell you a secret, my dear. You belong to me now. Not him. Me." "Never! I will tell everyone! I will tell Adrian! I will tell the whole world what you did!" I threatened, rage overpowering my fear.

“Easy.” “I’m fine,” my voice comes out rougher than I intended. “You sure?” “Yeah.” No but I nod anyway. Dad folds one of the documents neatly before looking at me again, more carefully this time. “You know,” he says slowly, “after everything with your mother, I learned something important.” I glance up. He rarely talks about Mom in the mornings. “You can usually tell how serious a man is by consistency,” he continues. “Not charm. Not gifts. Consistency.”

“No, listen to me. We say yes for now. We stay alive. We buy ourselves time. By then we will find another way out. There is always another way, Alex.” I stared at her for several long seconds. Then slowly shook my head. “You still don’t understand.” My voice dropped lower. “If I help Freddy kill my father…” I pointed toward my own chest. “…then with my own hands, I would have eliminated the one man in this city who still scares Freddy.” Bianca’s expression slowly changed as realization began entering her eyes. I continued. “My father may want Freddy dead, yes, but Freddy also watches his step because of him. Freddy calculates because of him. Freddy moves carefully because he knows there is a

“Your father didn’t want to do it, of course. But Anthony managed to bribe him with the promise of aged steak and top-shelf bourbon.” Jonathan shook his head in disapproval. “You should tell Dad to lay off the red meats and alcohol.” “Jon, you simply can’t tell that man what to do—or any man, for that matter. They’ll do what they want to do. Isn’t that right, Kierra?” “I’d have to agree with you, Felicity. A woman invented the phrase ‘I told you so.’” “I listen to you, Kierra,” Jonathan interjected, defending his honor. “For now, but I have a feeling that’ll change when you reach your father’s age.”

“Fine. I will.” The sentence was a hook set gentle and sure. It had always been like this with his father: lay down a demand, offer a refusal as permission, make refusal a thing that had to be paid for twice. Nico felt something low and old coil under his ribs. He imagined his father’s hand on this particular gun and saw a stain he couldn’t unsee. He spoke carefully. “You go after her, Lenny will burn neighborhoods to make sure the ashes spell our name.” “Then he will be busy,” his father said. “Busy is good. Busy makes men stupid. It flushes rats. It makes the city look at us and remember whose shadow it stands under.”

, I said, keeping a stern face to let him know that I was being serious. " My father would personally kill me if he finds a book like that in any bookstore, with me as the author", he said. He was all smiles while saying that but I knew that he meant every word of it. " And his intellectual diagnosis would reveal to him that I must've experienced every single type of dick I write about". " Says who? You could tell him that you looked it up online, or better still you had AI compose the book for you", I said, trying to give him hints to lie with.

I broke down in their arms, the weight of everything crashing down on me all at once. They said nothing at first, just held me, their hands gentle as they rubbed my back. My mother whispered in a soft voice, “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.” I could barely speak through my sobs, but when I could, I said, “I’m divorced. Quinn... he’s back with his ex now. He doesn’t want me anymore.” My father’s face darkened. “That bastard.” My mother’s lips pressed together in a thin line. “We’ll take care of it, Vanessa. Don’t worry. We’ll make him pay for this.”