Father On Shameless Novels & Stories

Pointing at Little Apple, Jason said grumpily. "Now you don’t need me to plead for you, do you?" Little Apple curled his lips and said. "Plead for me? Do I need you to plead for me? I feel it a shame to do so." Jason said disdainfully. Little Apple widened his eyes. "As a father, can you be so shameless?" Jason grasped Little Apple's hand, felt his pulse after a while and said, "The only outstanding thing about you is your strong body. You have inherited this from me, so you really don't have anything to be proud of."

131 Jake blinked his eyes to come out of the flashback and found his father throwing a mad look at him. Not having any answer, Jake looked down. He hated the look of shame on his father's face. It was a super embarrassing moment for them both. The idea had been his, not his father's. Alpha Killian couldn't even imagine it in his nightmare that his son would stoop to this level. Seeing his father's head lower, Jake's heart gave a jump. His father was getting embarrassed because of him.

Leah pressed her free hand over her mouth, sobbing. Leah: “You deserve it, Dad. You always did. You never stopped being the man I looked up to. They just finally see it now.” There was a long silence filled only with his tears and hers. And in that silence, something heavy lifted — years of shame, of unspoken pain, of late nights where she questioned everything about her family’s name. Father (quietly, as if to himself): “Your mother would have been proud.” The words stabbed at Leah’s heart.

I jerked my head to the side, heart slamming against my ribs. “You shameless old bastard! Ain’t you got even one atom of shame in that body?” “Shame?” He laughed again, soft and mockin’, then yanked my face back to his. Lord, he was gorgeous even when he was being a complete prick. “You’re the one fucking both father and son,” he murmured. “So why the hell should I feel ashamed?” A burst of rage and humiliation exploded hot in my chest. “You—” “What?” He cut me off.

“Pretending was easier. Safer. I thought if I kept the pain buried deep enough, it wouldn’t follow me here. But I was wrong. It followed me into my marriage. Into fatherhood. Into this house.” He doesn’t say a word. Just watches me. “I didn’t tell you about my son because…” I pause, the shame crawling up my spine like fire. “Because I didn’t want to mess it up before I even had a chance. I didn’t want to watch you both look at me like I failed. I mean, look at me, Dad. What the hell do I know about being a father? Half the time, I’m still trying to figure out how to be a son.”

I took a few steps backwards, hands shivering. The look in my father's eyes, I had never seen anything like it. Even the devil's fury couldn't compare. “Has the cat suddenly got your tongue?” “I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry..” I whispered. That was all I could utter as loud sobs erupted through my lips. “Sorry won't change shit. It won't remove the shame and disgrace you've brought to me and my name.” More tears trickled down my face. My heart twisted in pain.

much But he already got what he deserved for spoiling his daughter. “ don’t you feel shame Violet, you humiliate your family name and your father for what, Evan, who the hell he was to you, boyfriend, friend, family, nothing, but for a mad man like him you are ruining yourself?" your father, I always stayed silent when you tried to insult me, stay calm and stay away from you, not because you’re rich father’s daughter because I know you’re a fool, but today you crossed the line,

Charles was naked between her legs, his cock still wet and half-hard. Father stood at the door, eyes wide with rage. “You… you disgusting whore! Fucking my own son?! In my house!” Racheal quickly pulled the sheet over her body. Tears came to her eyes. “Please… let me explain…” “Explain?!” Father shouted. “I always knew you were a slut, but this? With my useless son? After everything I gave you?” Charles stood up and faced his father. His body was tense. “Don’t talk to her like that. You never touched her. You cheated on her with other women. You body shamed her every day. She deserves better.”

I slapped myself and cried out again, "Dad!" At that moment, my father was shirtless, a blanket barely covering his lower body. Hearing my words, he panicked, hurriedly wrapping a towel around himself. "What's going on?" he asked, frantically covering every inch of exposed skin. Kneeling, I bowed my head low. "Dad! I'm your real daughter!" The shock of the truth nearly made my father faint. He started hitting his head, muttering to himself, "I almost did something terrible! I may be a pervert, but I'm not a monster!"

When he turned his gaze at me again, his eyes were already red-rimmed. “Willow, let me see Artie just once. I’m his father after all…” I gave a scornful smile and blocked his view. “But our son doesn’t want to see you. “Ever since you missed his last birthday, he has never wanted to see you again.” I shut the door, leaving him with one final remark. “Logan, you don’t deserve to be Artie’s father.” He called out my name and Artie’s over and over again until his voice broke into sobs.