I'll Take Her Like A Father Novels & Stories

- I don't like this attitude, my son," my father says, and you can feel the disappointment in his voice. I don't want you to hide anything more, neither from me nor from your mother, agreed? - Yes, Dad - I am so grateful to God for the wonderful parents you gave me - I need to ask you a favor. - What is it? - Can you take care of her? I... I love her, I don't want her to suffer even more... She has no one else in the world... Please... Take care of her until she can fend for herself, I just... Well... I always wanted to see the smile she gave me when we were kids Just one more time... Tears don't go with her.

my father chides with a shake of his head. "For fuck's sake," Flint bursts out. "She's a grown woman. Stop treating her like an errant child. She deserves so much better than this ambush." My father sizes him up for a moment before muttering, "I'll never understand her attraction to you." "You don't fucking have to, but you need to accept that it's her choice. Not yours. Not Eric's. Hers. Always."

" your dad is like a second father to me and I am very happy that we are brothers now and that you've been inducted into the brotherhood you've also been shot which is a plus so you have been initiated by your girlfriend which is very gangster of her to shoot the man she loves with a tranquilizer gun. " "I feel like there's a side of her that I don't know and I'm only about to find out in the coming months and most probably years.you did say that she was trained by your father and your father's the most calmest person I know he's an artist for crying out loud how in the hell does he manage to train people like Ellie ."

It's like she lost her wolf and is human. I hold her hand and promise I will kill whoever did this... even if it's her father.

“What does she looks like?” That made father chuckled. “What? Is she ugly?” “No! Of course not!” he suddenly went hysterical, bending his knees a little so he could level his face on me. \ “Truth to be told, you look exactly like her.” “Whoa! So she’s really pretty?” Father bark a laughter, pinching my cheek. I groaned while caressing my almost bruised cheek when he stood up straight, inhaling deeply. “Yes, and she’s also powerful.” I paused, “Powerful?”

I'm instantly on alert. 'Sir, just updating you. Your mate is pretty badass. She is a natural.' I rise from my seat to the window. there I can see her. in her natural element. Taking down my cousin and Ledisi like she has battled her whole life. I feel the other men in the room next to me watching her. I am hell a proud of her. My father and Ryne are on either side of me. "Son, look at our future Queen." My dad speaks out loud.

"I won't make June my chosen mate. That's final, Dad." “You don’t have a choice,” my father said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “Now, listen carefully. Tomorrow, you’re going to pick her up and bring her to your house. She’ll spend a few days there. Take her shopping. Dinner. Lunch. Whatever it takes to win her heart again after the last time you dismissed her like some insignificant doll.”

Her hand landed on mine, and I tried to decipher whether there was a double entendre to those words. “Not that ‘kind’ of friend. A genuine friend. I love your mother as well, an amazing woman.” She said with a shake of her head as though she was recalling something. “Your father was the kind of man who would rain shit on all of these people in here. And I see you, you have that too. You just need to get a hang of this whole thing and you will ace it.” She waved a hand around. I looked around before bursting out into a peal of laughter, imagining my father dealing with these crackheads.

"You should have stayed in the woods." "I want your help," she pleads, her voice cracking into a pathetic, high-pitched whine as she looks between the three of us. "Please. I can show you how to wake her. I know what Tola wants." My father steps forward, his heavy boot coming down inches from her face. The stone floor beneath his heel seems to groan under his weight. "I can help you with your death," my father says. He lunges.

"Tell me, daughter!" I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice as I spoke. “He’s been defending her, protecting her, even though she’s nothing but a threat to us. He’s completely blinded by whatever hold she has over him. And it’s not just that, Father. He—he looks at her like she’s the only one who matters. Like I’m invisible.”