Novel & Cerita Games Like Mad Father

She set it back on the desk exactly where Lincoln had left it and moved to the bathroom, closing the door just as she heard him come back inside. "I forgot my phone," he called out, his voice muffled through the door. "Can't do business without it." He said laughing. Daggy turned on the sink and splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm the racing of her heart. When she came back out Lincoln was already gone again. Britty stirred on the bed and opened her eyes, blinking sleepily up at Daggy. "Mama? Where's Daddy?" The word 'Daddy' made something twist painfully in Daggy's chest because Lincoln wasn't her father and now Daggy was terrified that the real father was about to surface.

"Weird , my father has been working a lot these past weeks,wondering what pack business he has going on that has got him so overwhelmed.’ Mel said out loud. ‘Now that you mentioned it, my dad has been busy too, today was the first time in weeks that I have seen him come home for lunch.’ I also replied out loud. We brushed it off and headed straight to the kitchen. Grabbing some cookies and other snacks we could find, we stuffed our faces and thanked the Pack chef for the treat. We headed down to the game room where our other friends were. ‘You fucking cheater’ Sam said after he lost to me for the third time in a game of Mortal Kombat. ‘How can I cheat in this stupid easy game, stop being a s

he suggests, guilt in his tone. “I don’t like sports,” I honestly admit. The room becomes quiet while Dad tries to think of anything human beings do for fun. “He plays shooting video games like Call of Duty and wakes up earlier, around five, for a morning run,” Mad quips, smiling when I turn to her with an accusatory glare. “He’s a good cook; he only needs a recipe once, and he will create a delicious meal,” she adds with a small smile, pulling on her lip, her gaze focused on mine.

Adrian POV There were three men but none of them looked like accountants or businessmen or anyone I wanted to have a conversation with in a dark street. The one in front of me stepped closer and asked with an angry voice “Will you come quietly?” Not again, he really sent people to threaten me again? My future father-in-law was an arrogant person and his men were also arrogant people. No wonder they were working for the mafia king. When I worked with him, I forgot that he was the ruthless Mafia King everyone was scared of. But I decided to marry his daughter, so I can’t be afraid of him. I have to prove myself in front of him.

Maxim said, clearly annoyed. “I don’t give a shit about gifts. Where the fuck have you been? The world doesn’t stop because you have a piece of ass or want to fry your brain cells. This life is 24/7, it … doesn’t … stop for your petty bullshit,” Father said, slamming his fist on the desk. The door was slightly open, but I would be able to hear them yelling clearly from the end of the hall. “You’ve favored him since he first showed up. You don’t even give me work anymore! I AM YOUR SON, ME,” Maxim said, raising his voice.

Chapter 13: (Third person's pov) "Mom, you need to calm down. I am married. She is my wife, not my enemy." Vincenzo sounded annoyed. "Son, it's all for your good. You never know how these girls turn out. Remember Cla-" Before completing, Vincenzo banged his hand on the table and threw glares at his mother. "Don't get angry Vincenzo, that was just a slip baby." Diana tried convincing her son but Vincenzo was already wiping his hand before he left.

He looks at dad with determination in his eyes. Dad squints his eyes and then rolls his eyes before muttering, "So you have to go with despair only." "I don't think so." "That's your misunderstanding!" "No, my belief." "Too much faith also hurts." "That's expectations not belief. Rather have faith, then everything is possible." "Bullshit!" "Only for you." "Stop irritating me and leave right now!" "I've told you that I'll go with Heer only." "Heer won't go with you."

Dad’s eyes were wide, his jowls rapidly turning red. “Andrew Marx?” he repeated. “Yes,” I peeped, feeling like I was shrinking inside my sweater. Dad licked his lips. Looked away. Ran his palm over his mouth. “How? When? Damn it, Lanie.” I flinched at his harsh tone. My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought.

he coughed trying to sit up. I pulled off my mask and yelled, "This is personal! You shot my father for revenge!!" His eyes widened, "The Black Falcon is the son of the pesky chess player?" "Yeah, and you shot my father out revenge! Here's my revenge!" I shot him three times in the legs. He screamed in pain. I put on my mask and buckled it up. I was about to leave when he began throwing insults at me. "Your father was and always will be a fool. An intelligent fool. One as smart as himself is nothing without wisdom. He is has no wisdom whatsoever despit how old he is... actually wisdom is a strong word. He lacks the sense of logic-"

He was playing Candy Crush Saga during such a serious time. “You don't know when to quit, do you, Kane?” I told him, standing up even though Frank had advised me to sit down and remain calm. “Neither do you,” Kane retorted with a sneer. “But hey, at least at the end of this, you will get I*******m to pay a big fat fine to supplement that crumpling company of yours.“ “The company has surpassed yours, even with the recent turn of events. That must be really shameful for you, Kane.“