Father Of Novels & Stories

“John Perèl, the former Beta, was my father!” “Fucking hell...” Ten whistled in shock and I couldn’t agree more.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY my father was so frustrated that he barely attended the morning meetings" "Your father was in love with your mother?" Catori asked. "Nah, that is not love, it's merely obsession, my mother is a very pretty woman, prettier than you, she was like the queen fairy descendant, my father was never in love with her"

So when Adam broached the subject, she was ready to provide him with the carefully crafted story she had concocted about his father's disappearance. Sarah explained to Adam that his father had been a soldier in the army, bravely serving his country. One day, while on duty, he had been captured by the enemy, and despite the best efforts of his fellow soldiers, he had never returned home. It was a simple yet poignant tale, one that allowed Adam to understand why his father was not a part of his life.

'Yes, Professor is my name, it's not the title which could show that I'm one of those who teaches. "Any reason why you chose this name?" 'It's a short story I can tell you. My father, Professor Miles Geneolla, maybe you have heard of his name.' Patrick wondered and said, "Yes, Prof. Geneolla the one who established all the modern production houses of technological advancements." 'Exactly.' "You're Prof. Geneolla's son!? Oh my god, your father was one of the greatest people. I'm really glad to meet you, sir." Patrick was cheered because he thinks it's a pleasure to meet him.

It was the moments I spent with my father. "Kelsey," Dad would say, his voice warm with affection, "farming isn't just about growing crops or raising livestock. It's about understanding the land, respecting it, nurturing it. It's about hard work and patience." I cherished those moments, the quiet mornings spent milking the cows, the afternoons tending to the crops, the evenings watching the sunset over the fields. My father's words echoed in my mind, a soothing lullaby that drowned out the chaos of the world.

I asked bitterly before chuckling a bit. "Well, for your information, I only have one father and the only father I've known for all of my life was non other than Alhaji Ibrahim, that's my father's name" I said as I tried so hard to control the threatening tears that were about to fall out from my eyes.

My father had spent his one life chasing a god and calling it a feud. And the god was kind. * * *

" Who is my father? He asked. " Your father is the late Matt Blake, he is the second richest man in this country and he was the son of the ex president of the country , your dad tried so many times to become a president but never got there but he is a powerful man" she says. " I see, I thought he had a son name Adam Blake , he is popular and also a socialite, so why do you keep calling me his only son? Ted asks , His aunt smiles.

Bex laughs, and I nod. "Who is he?" Alaric looks at her. "Max's father is friends with the Dean, makes considerable donations, and has done so for a few years." Bex explains. "Four years ago, his older son was there. He was just as bad as Max, but nothing got done. He got warnings, verbal, not recorded so it appeared like he had a perfect record. People know, so no one even wastes time reporting Max and his behaviour." "His last name, please, Bex?" Alaric looks at her.

Her father, John, was a handsome and successful businessman. He had a ruggedly handsome face with piercing blue eyes, and a head full of salt and pepper hair that only added to his charm. At 45 years old, he was still in great shape, thanks to his regular workout routine at the gym. Ana had always admired her father's confidence and commanding presence. She was in awe of his intelligence and admired his unwavering determination in everything he did. But as she grew older, she began to find herself fantasizing about her father in ways that made her blush.