Father Middray Novels & Stories

Brandi “Sweetie,” Dad calls. I open my mouth, and he feeds me a bite of mango as I rest my head on his shoulder. It’s been a month since we reunited in the hospital, and he’s been living with us—I’ve never been happier. Waking up to him daily, hugging him—it’s a dream I never thought I’d live again. But it’s real. He’s here. He’ll walk me down the aisle, meet his grandkids, share every milestone, and hear about the tough times. Telling him about Colin’s abuse was brutal, but it lifted a weight—he blamed himself, wished he’d done more, but I convinced him Colin and Theo were the culprits. Speaking of Theo, his trial’s months away. I can’t wait for Dad to get justice. Dad revealed Theo was his

The man was a tall and muscular middle aged man, he looked like was in his Forties. The middle aged man was Madison and Isabella's dad. And he was also a powerful Mafia boss, referred to as 'Don Salvatore. It was Don Salvatore who had paid a visit to multiversal studios and sent his men to get Liam for him. He didn't want to go to Liam himself because he considered himself higher than Liam. Walking behind the man was Vin, the same man who had held Liam at gunpoint and demanded the ring, at the event. A faint frown appeared on Madison's face as she saw her dad walking in the house. Judging by the frown on her face, it was clear that she wasn't thrilled to see her dad, despite the fact that sh

Strangely fascinating. The closed door swung open, revealing two men who walked in. Tall and strangely calm, however, the sound of each of their steps made my heart beat ten times faster. Their presence instilled fear within me. It was really strange. My gaze was fixated on the man on the right. He wore a plaid white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with black jeans. His skin bore a perfect balance between tanned and pale, and his jet-black hair cascaded in loose curls. A sadistic smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his eyes locked onto my father, radiating a distinct amusement. Then, his gaze shifted towards me, and I caught his lips part, perhaps in a fleeting momen

"Congratulations." "How is that a scam?" Emma folded her arms and leaned against the bathroom door. "Lia." "Hmm?" "Let's use the little common sense God gave us." Lia narrowed her eyes immediately. "I already don't like where this conversation is going." Emma raised a finger. "The sole heir of the De Luca family." A second finger joined the first. "The son of the infamous Il Re Nero (The Dark King)." A third finger followed. "The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world."

Aaron complimented. “Please, you don't have to lie. Daddy never liked that I wasn't interested in the family's business." Maya huffed, her voice tinged with sadness. Aaron wanted to correct the young lady that her father was, in fact, very happy that she chose her own path and wouldn't stop telling anyone who cared to listen that his daughter was smart, but he held his tongue. He hoped that a different day and a better time would surface for that. “Ah, I should go.” The man said, rocking his heels as he stared at his watch.

“He used to be kind. He loved everything around him, the music, the books, the sunlight. His parents raised him to see the beauty in things.” “What were they like? His parents... were they Mafia too?” She held her breath, waiting. She had nothing on him, knew nothing about Domenico. If she could understand the boy who played the piano, she might understand the man who held the gun, just a little. “His father was a man of honor, the second in command of the Veronesi clan,” Emilio continued, his eyes glazing over as he reached back into the past. “Our Lady’s father trusted him more than anyone. He was the backbone of the organization, the shadow that kept the Veronesi name standing. He…”

she scolds me. I laugh at her. “Of course, I missed you Madi…” I say hugging her tightly. She hugged me back. “You better or daddy will give you a spanking…” she warns. I smile… Madison was only five years old. Brandon made it clear early on he wasn’t interested in the fight for my inheritance. He is a well-respected therapist and has a husband who works for a small law firm that handles property disputes. When I said I kind of get along with him meant, I like his daughter and my mom babysits her sometimes. My mom knew about my father’s affairs but unlike the rest Brandon’s mother was actually her best friend her betrayal hurt more than my father cheating. His mother passed on when Brandon w

I do. John ought to arrive around the same time. Maddy is currently away at her sister's house, which ensures that she won't stumble upon us while she's here and become suspicious. My dad, Mark, and I are currently seated in the living room of my dad's house, where we are eagerly awaiting the arrival of John.

The crowd erupted into cheers, understanding that it wasn't an odd question given Maddy's frequent use of the word, and considering her father's reputation for dropping constant f-bombs. Rocking on the balls of her feet, the girl continued, "And what's it like being the daughter of Colton Haynes?" "He's the best fucking dad..." Maddy trailed off, turning to us for assistance. Willow raised her microphone. "The Haynes family is the sweetest. One time, Maddy broke a rope swing—those kinds attached to tree limbs—and she scraped her knees. How old were you, Maddy?" "Maybe, like, eleven?" Maddy responded.

“Don't blame your father, the day you came to him, he got a call that his mother is dead” Mark said, Miles, glanced at him, “are you saying the truth?” Mark nodded, “of course, why should I lie to you? Your dad is a good man, but, his Achilles heel is his mother, the both of you cherish the women who gave birth to you guys”. Miles pondered, he didn't say anything, when he alighted from the car, he met Papa Shu's son standing right at the door. Lloyd wore his eyeglass and stood agilely at the door, Miles glanced at him and didn't say anything.