Gravity Falls Gideon's Dad 소설 & 이야기

It will break Fiona. And if Daniel finds out about my dirty games, he might not take it lightly with me. “Dad, you don’t need to tell her. I will try my best to get the money for you.” His eyes melted in concern. “Oh no baby, I will find a way.” I let my fingers graze his hand gently. “No Dad, you are retired, and your pension cannot cover such an amount. So leave it for me to handle.” He swept away a drop of tears that was developing in his eyelid, replaced by a weak smile. “You are the best gift God ever gave me,” he said, pulling me into a hug.

"Marry you? Seriously? You think you deserve that? My dad only loves my mom. He loves me too. And he's going to love my baby brother someday, too. "You're the one who broke his heart, so don't even try to compare yourself to my mom. You're not as pretty as her. You're not as rich as her, and you don't have her taste." Maisie looked Jenny up and down, then pinched her nose like the air had gone bad. "You reek of poverty. It's gross. My dad wouldn't play dad for some random kid nobody knows where they came from." Laughter rippled through the surrounding guests.

he yelled, the word exploding out of him so loudly I flinched. “What is it?” he demanded. “71%. It’s really impressive, seeing your last test score,” I said carefully. Gently. Like handling glass. But he was already spiraling. “Not to my dad. I’m so screwed.” He walked backward until he hit my wall, sliding down to the floor. “I’m never stepping on a court again.” “Adonis…” He shook his head, breathing sharp and shallow. I moved closer, sitting next to him. He didn’t look at me, just stared at the floor.

"I'm trying. I need you to know that I'm trying." "That's enough," Marcus said. "Trying is enough." She looked up. "I'm not going to pretend it's not strange," she said. "Because it is. It's really, genuinely strange, Dad. She's my best friend. You're my father. Those two things are not supposed to touch each other." "I know."

“They said I’m digging in the wrong place.” Capri’s eyes darken. “And?” I look toward the city lights. “And that this was never about Williamson.” The realization settles heavily in my chest. If this isn’t about the father… Then it’s about what exactly? My phone buzzes again, this time, it isn’t unknown. It’s Bella. And when I answer, her voice is shaking. “Dad… Rachael just collapsed.” Everything inside me stops. And for the first time since the call… I feel real fear.

He was not a pressure point in a contract written by dead women and hungry men. He was her son. And she knew his voice better than she knew her own. From the hallway above, Jonah called again. “Mom?” This time, the word dragged at the edges. Too long. Too soft. Like a recording played through water. Violet’s skin crawled. Gideon looked toward the ceiling. For the first time all night, he did not look composed. Theodore saw it. “What is it?” he asked. Gideon’s jaw tightened. “The upper intercom system.”

"The great Jared Donovan. You've really changed from that weak, pathetic little boy who used to starve for my affection. Remember how you used to stand outside my study door, begging for just a sliver of my validation? Hoping I'd look at you the way I looked at my real sons?" "I grew up, Gideon," I replied, my voice flat. "And I realized your validation is as worthless as the legitimate sons you're so proud of." Instantly the humor vanished from my father's face. "You think because you took my boardroom seat, you're a king?" Gideon took a step closer, his finger stabbing into my chest. "Let me tell you something, boy. No matter how much you achieve, no matter how many billions you make, you

“Bringing in some stranger to… what? Ruin me even more? Or was it to toss me aside entirely?” “You’re overreacting,” Gideon replied, his tone unshaken but edged with warning. “She needed help. That’s all.” “Oh, so it’s just that simple, is it? You don’t care about me, about the fact that I’ve been here, forgotten, while you bring in someone else? Just like that?” The voice broke, raw with frustration. “Father, you’ve never even bothered to look after me. And now… now this?” I barely dared to breathe, straining to hear them over the blood pounding in my ears. I tried to make sense of what I was hearing. Father? Did that mean this other voice belonged to Gideon’s son? And why was he so upset o

“Father,” “Do not,” Gideon’s voice was low, a serpent’s hiss, “ever raise your voice to me again in that manner. You are an embarrassment. Not just a failure, but a loud, messy, emotional failure. Your value has depreciated to near zero.” A sob, choked and humiliated.

Harrison shrieked with pure delight, turning around on his heels and sprinting straight toward Eugene. Eugene’s stern face melted into an instant, brilliant smile. He dropped down onto one knee on the grass, opening his broad arms wide. Noah practically launched himself into his father’s chest, and Eugene scooped him up into the air with ease, making the little boy burst into breathless laughter. "Gotcha, my little man," Eugene said warmly, holding Noah high before settling him securely against his hip. "Did you catch those butterflies?" "No," Noah pouted playfully, resting his small head against Eugene's shoulder. "They were too fast, Daddy. But I am fast too!"