Games Like Mad Father Novels & Stories

But the thought of sleeping in the sheets that had never known dirt or ash made me feel like an intruder. I thought of my mother and how she died in a bed with an itchy blanket, and then I remembered how she was thrown into a fire and discarded like she was nothing more than rubbish. Anger coiled at the pit of my stomach, and bile rose in my throat. Was it true that she once knew this man? Was my father truly his friend? Could King Lucian Orion be trusted? ….

I bowed my hands wrapped in front of me, the position , he found respectable, he would say. "My father, he comes here for a visit, doesn’t stay up for a few days like he was supposed to , then he comes up with this nonsense about finding his mate… his mate…" he spoke as a chill ran down my spine before letting out a cruel laugh at the end, his hand on his waist. "Can you imagine my father having a mate?" he growled as he slammed his hands on the table. As he growled even louder, I flinched at his fist impact on the table.

My mother pushing me away, telling me to run. I flinched hard. Law’s arm tightened around me. “Breathe,” he whispered against my neck, his lips brushing my skin. I calmed slightly, leaning into him. “I remember a fire,” I continued, voice shaking. “Everywhere was burning. My mom gave me a small box and told me to run to someone… I can’t remember the name. I turned back, but the flames had already blocked me from reaching her. My dad was stuck inside with her. I couldn’t save them.”

So she dragged the disoriented and weak Ryder to the docks, intending to stage his accidental drowning. Unfortunately for her, she underestimated Ryder's methods, and she underestimated the Verratti family's thirst for revenge. Everyone in Sicily knew who Ryder was: a madman who had crawled his way out of a pile of corpses, a man who repaid every slight. If Carter hadn't pulled strings to bury it back then, Sofia would have been sleeping with the fishes long ago. My father had originally wanted to arrange a marriage between me and him. I had to admit, my father's thinking back then was certainly... ambitious.

Mason stood up, he didn't need to run, he just moved a few steps before he picked up the boy who was laughing. "Do you think this is funny? You've learned how to walk and now you're stressing Daddy, I'll call your great-grandpa to take you along with him" Mason looked tired but Maxwell kept laughing like he was enjoying himself. Mason put the boy on the table before bringing out a portable laptop. He started the laptop and loaded a computer game then passed it to the boy. "You should play with this one," he said and the little boy took it and began pressing the keyboard to mimic his father.

The puppy shamelessly purred like a cat enjoying its owner's affectionate attention. She looked up at the sound of a car driving into their driveway and from a distance saw her father's black Maserati. The driver's door opened and her father stepped out of the car but to her surprise, he wasn't alone. He walked around the car and opened the passenger door. A woman stepped out, dressed in a purple pantsuit and the two made their way into the house.

I didn’t even knock probably – just slapped my palms against the door frantically like a mad woman until Mum answered the door. Her expression turned from mild annoyance to confusion when she saw me. “Larissa? What are you doing here? It’s late. Are those pajamas you have on? Well, don’t just stand there gaping at me, come in.” She ushered me inside. Dad was sitting on the couch, already half asleep even as some game show droned on the television. Mum nudged him with her foot and he startled awake. The fog of sleepiness cleared and was replaced by a small frown when he saw that I was the one.

“You saw them.” “Yes.” Papa’s voice is low. “How.” “I don’t know,” I say. “I didn’t try. It just… lined up.” Mama’s jaw tightens. “What else?” “One of them wasn’t scared,” I add. “He was excited.” Aiden grimaces. “There’s always one.” “He’s already moving,” I say. “Not openly.” Papa turns toward the door. “Jake.” Mama shakes her head. “No, Not Jake.”

Frodo was annoying as hell, but Gresso didn’t want him sent back to his sick mother in a body bag. Frodo used to hack into systems and hold them for ransom just to get money for his mother’s treatments. Gresso believed he was a good kid. He needed to live because his mother had nobody else to turn to and would die without him. The kid’s dire situation reminded him of his own situation with Trojan growing up. That must be why he had such a soft spot for the annoying little bastard.

The maid stepped aside and bowed her head deeply, relieved that she had delivered the message without being punished. But Natasha was still in a foul mood. As she walked past, she shoved the maid hard with her shoulder. The maid staggered to the side but didn’t dare say a word, keeping her head lowered as the two women walked out of the room. ~~~~~ “Dad!” Natasha screamed the moment she rushed into the living room. The sight in front of her made her stop abruptly. Her father was on his knees in the middle of the room as two guards stood beside him, their guns pointed directly at him.