Games Like Mad Father Novels & Stories

The tension in the room hung heavy, and I could feel the anger emanating from him. Jake, still recovering from his father's slap, stepped back but didn't relent. "Father, you're making a big mistake," he urged, his voice wavering between concern and frustration. Madeline and Zelda, who had been silent witnesses to this confrontation, exchanged worried glances. It was evident that the family dynamics were strained, and this clash was exposing deep-seated issues between Jake and his father, and here I thought he loved his son dearly, but that was a mask too.

The so-called high-profile provocation was just his desperate one-man show. His car raced through the city streets, running countless red lights and triggering a chorus of screeching brakes and curses. Veins bulged on the back of Matteo's hand as he gripped the steering wheel. Reports from his Soldati came through his earpiece. "Still nothing? What good are you people to the famiglia!" He began to roar, his eyes bloodshot. "Send out everyone we can mobilize! I don't care if it's the black market, the docks, or rat holes in the slums. Search everywhere!

I have confirmed that she is the daughter of that scum. I guess like father like daughter, he played the public and she played me. Only thing was they were not smart enough, I laid the trap and she was exposed, so easily, just like her father. Silly girl, I loved her. Shit. I breathed heavily as my chest rose and fell. My jaw tightened as anger rushed through my veins. ‘“Urghh!!” I threw the tablet across the room and it landed against the wall. My chest pulsates with each breath.

The four men were preventing people from crying and speaking in their own strange language. One of them was screaming and speaking broken English, now he was grabbing people's mobile phones and belongings. "Gaming Euro Mobile" Now he was standing at the head of them screaming and asking for a mobile phone from both of them. The boy took the mobile phone out of his pocket. Now he had put his hand in front of Azfarin. Azfarin reached the bag with trembling hands. He snatched the bag and moved on. Azfarin slowly turned her head to see the boy sitting with her face turned red with her lips parted.

Stella blinked as she stared at her daughter in bewilderment. "Super.. Superman?" She repeated and Madison modded with a cute smile, her daddy looks like superman and there was nothing that could change that. "Yes Mummy Maddy is right, daddy looks a lot like Superman, he's handsome and he's big and I'm sure daddy can fight too" Mason nodded. "Mummy can also fight too," Stella frowned. "No!! Mummy is scared of cockroach" Madison replied and burst out into laughter along with Mason.

Her growl dissolved into a hiccup as Maddie forced another shot down her neck. Between their take-a-shot-every-time-Jess-swears game and the room full of Silver Moon wolves, who all welcomed her home with a drink, it had become a game of who could stay on the bar stool the longest. Maddie knew she was going to get chewed out the next morning by her father, for acting un-Luna-like, but for that night, she didn’t care. She was among fellow wolves who shared in her happiness and anger.

“Madi, you’ve spoken to this girl.” “Yes,” she said defiantly, her eyes wandering everywhere except my father’s. “You need to tell me about her-about what you know.” “It’s not my business to tell-” “Madison!” my father snarled. “I don’t have times for your games! I need to know everything that there is to know about this girl-”

“Come. We play. No mercy.” “No mercy!” Liam echoes, already cross-legged on the rug. I watch from the couch as they set up the board. My father’s fingers move with practiced ease. He doesn’t soften his tone, doesn’t simplify the rules. He treats Liam like a real opponent—and Liam loves it. “White goes first. No cheating,” my father warns. “I never cheat,” Liam replies smugly. “You just weren’t ready.” “I am always ready. You were predictable.” Liam makes his first move. My father counters without hesitation.

Dad replied, another grin on his face. "Caldwell!" Gav scowled and my father downright cackled. "I swear if you repeat what happened last year, I'll break your new gamepad." My father shrugged, keeping a coy smile on his face. "Considering you just signed your investment in the production of that gamepad, you'll be losing at least two hundred million," Gav flipped my father the finger and announced he was leaving with a sullen look on his face. It had to be the most juvenile thing I had ever seen him do. He was always serious, brooding, making demands and I loved all that about him.

SASKIA POV The grand father clock in the main hallway struck midnight, each chime echoing through the silent mansion like a heavy heartbeat. I couldn't pace my room anymore. The memory of Evander’s hands on my face from the other night, followed by his instant, icy dismissal the moment Mrs. Gable walked in, was driving me insane. He was playing a dangerous game, acting like a tyrant by day and a sinner by night. I needed it to stop. I needed him to admit, without masks or shadows, what we were doing.