Father On Shameless Novels & Stories

“…That thing you call a daughter!” “Our daughter is not…” “She’s not my daughter!” My father’s voice booms across the room. “I can’t father a slut.” “What?!” My mother’s voice is barely above a whisper but her shock doesn’t match mine. “And instead of you plotting ways to ruin the image of a woman who’ve built herself to the top single handedly, you should consider taming the shameless whore you raised.”

“Me? I’m being framed! Marcus tore my fucking ear half off! Why—” “I am ashamed of the way you handled that.” Ashamed—the word hit harder than any bite, any pummel, any punch. I staggered. Steph caught my arm to steady me. “Tyler….” My father’s words came to me. You are a shame to this family! I pulled away gently, returning to the kitchen and resuming the meal mechanically, as if I were a robot with only one task. Wash vegetables. Chop vegetables. Plate vegetables. Forget your father’s roars of disapproval when you chose flings over birthright duty—

Mina didn't even know whether to cry or be happy. Everything had turned upside down for her within a short period. If only she had known in the first place, she wouldn't have accepted to work in Cassano's company!. "It really turns out that Ruthless Mafia is the father of my kids after all". Mina muttered in a low voice to herself. Tyler, Taylor and Tessa felt really guilty. They clearly could see that their mommy did go through a lot in the past, that's why she didn't bother to tell them the truth.

“You will understand what it’s like to be a father when you spend more time with your son. So, I hope you wouldn’t fail as a father despite failing as a husband, you rascal!” Shane felt a sense of shame as his father continued scolding him with utter disappointment. His pained expression mirrored the hurt that he was feeling inside and his chest tightened with each word that went out of his father's mouth. He locked eyes with his father as if he had taken all the words to heart, unable to retort with anything meaningful, and soon enough, tears started rolling down from his eyes.

“Sarah. So it’s true. You’ve ruined everything.” I swallowed, forcing steadiness into my tone. “Good morning to you too, Father.” “Why do you always ruin everything Everything gone, everything I worked for!” He worked for? What does he mean everything he worked for? “I tried like every other father would, fed you, clothed you, educated you, and when your mates wolfed out and you couldn't I covered up your shame!!! And this is how you repay me?” “Father, I...” “Shut up, you're a disgrace you've always have been,” he spat. “Now, hurry up get yourself together and return to your husband's house.”

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

I rush to him, breath breaking. “Father, it is I.” “Is it truly you?” “Yes, Father. How have you been?” Instead of embracing me, he strikes—not in anger, but in pain. “Why would you leave? Why would you leave me behind?” His strength falters. His wolf-heart cracks. He breaks into sobs, and I collapse with him. “I am sorry, Father. I could not drag my shame upon you.” “Shame? Rejection is not death. Acceptance of it is.”

Adrian readily agreed, and they both giggled to each other. Uncle Domeng only sighed with what he was seeing. It has always been like this. Once the mother and son started to boost themselves without restraint and without feeling a chill for their shamelessness. Yes, the mother and son are being shameless again. He was afraid of what will Adrian be like when he grew up. Before Adrian was like Harvey, he talked less. They want him to act like other kids, playful and sometimes naughty. But now, both the father and son changed. While they were still the same as other people, they started to talk more than usual when they were with their family and friends, especially with Arrianne but not to th

Add infidelity to the list and his Father would be a terrifying, walking red flag. Son of a gun! Jamal punched the wall in fury. How could his Father be so fucking disappointing? How could he go all out in becoming a monster? Wasn't there a chance for him to put some limits on his devilish acts? Did he really have to destroy everyone around him? "Try to calm down, Jamal. It was just a mere speculation. I could be wrong." "Hardly." Jamal snorted. There was no chance that Mr. Jethro would be wrong about that. His Father was capable of cheating and even more.

Mom reprimands him with a glare of disapproval. "We're not living in a paradise either, Mom. I and Anna can't go in public, hang out like normal people or do a decent job and all thanks to our father who is the talk of the nation for his great service towards the country." Sarcasm drops from his tone and I can't disagree with him. Guilt masks Dad's old face. He says nothing in his defense. "Don't compare Anna's case with us, Aiden. She whore herself that night and it brought more shame to us." Mom throws a disgusting glance at me like I've done some religious sin.