Finding My Fathers Son Novels & Stories

And there he stood, trying to get through to me from the security. Eric, the father of my son. How the hell did he find me.

“Three times today, princess. Filled this tight little cunt while he was texting you like a worried puppy. He was right outside that door, and you were in here naked, legs wrapped around Daddy, whimpering as I came inside you again. How’s that feel, baby? Knowing your man’s hunting for his sweet girlfriend while she’s dripping his father’s load?” “Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his

The fight has only just begun but we’re arming ourselves to the teeth. I look in the direction of the forest that evening before closing the door. The dream that I had had. Of my son and my mother. I remember their words. My father might still be alive. I have to find him.

Robert continues, his voice trembling with emotion, "when your mother left, she didn't tell me she was pregnant. I only found out years later when I stumbled upon a letter she had written to you, but never sent. It was then that I realized I had a daughter, a daughter I had never known." Tears well up in my eyes as a surge of emotions engulfs me. The man standing before me is not a stranger, but my father, someone who had searched for me, unaware of my existence until recently. "Why didn't you find me sooner?" I ask, my voice choked with a mix of anger and longing.

I had no recollection of him, just a foggy, disconnected memory of that night. But now, as I looked at him, the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. It was Jason. My one night stand had been with my Quinn’s adoptive father! My breath caught in my throat as the memory crashed over me, and his face was so clear now. He was the one I’d slept with when I’d been too drunk to know who it was. And the realization made my stomach turn. I gasped, feeling the cold air rush into my lungs. “Oh no,” I whispered, shaking my head.

“Are you okay?” “I’m okay,” he replies. “But my news is not.” He takes another breath, as if to ready himself for what he’s about to say. “I’ve been continuing to search through Wyatt’s correspondence with my father, and I found a rather disturbing set of letters…” That didn’t sound good. “What did they say?” I ask. He looks at me, and the worry is clear in his eyes. “My father is also searching for Mia’s mother, and he’s much closer than us to finding her.”

“What… what do you mean?” Mom sighed, the sound heavy with emotion. “Kael called me earlier today. He found out about you and Theo. Someone — I think one of Jake’s friends or Cassie — sent him the pictures and the rumors. He put the pieces together. Theo is his son. You’re my daughter. And you two… you’re in love.” My heart stopped. The secret we had guarded so fiercely, the forbidden love we had risked everything for — it was out. At least to our parents.

I asked, leaning my head to the side. “Who?” I pointed to the name on the table. “Dave.” His smile widened, “yes.” Dave was a father, and it's ironic how I have met this boy for the third time, and he seemed to bring me a lot of joy. I would never have imagined he was Dave's son. “Who would have thought Dave has a son?” I spoke out loud, standing. “You know my Dad?” He asked. Technically, I don't know him, “kinda,” I said and sat on the couch.

I explained to him. He nodded his head in agreement. "You're right. I've not been able to find out, no matter what I do. It's like someone is always blocking me from finding out." "But how does that even concern the fact that both of you are fighting? I know it must be terrible for her right now, but I need to know what involves you in this," he demanded. I took a deep breath before telling him. "The person who killed your parents is my father." "What?"

My mind wondered back to Jerome, so I picked up my phone and began to ransack Janis social media handles, I wanted to see my handsome son again, I just hope she has pictures of him on the web. I stumbled on a picture of his, the last time I checked Janis profiles and pictures on the web I wasn't able to see a picture of my son. But unfortunately Jerome's face was quite blurred, I couldn't see his face clearly. I'm so glad I finally met him, I don't want history to repeat itself in our lives. I grew up without a father and my son almost followed my trail but I won't let that happen.