Novel & Cerita I'll Take Her Like A Father

“Like I said, she is a sweet, interesting girl. You will definitely like her” “Okay.” I let her have her way without an argument this time. “I should get going already.” “Alright.” She took a step away from me again and watched me with pure adoration in her eyes. I knew fully well that she was about to repeat one of her cliché lines about how much I looked like my father. A man who had died when I was just a baby and whose face I would never have remembered were it not for the aid of old pictures of him.

My father wasn’t wrong after all she will matter but he vastly underestimated how much because I didn’t want her as a bargaining chip, or a symbol, or a contract. I wanted her as a woman, as a partner and as something dangerously close to obsession. Someone I would burn entire nations for. Someone who, in a single glance, had already undone me. When she slipped her hand into mine, soft and warm, something like electricity shot through my veins. She inhaled sharply and I did too. In that moment the truth settled, heavy and undeniable, in the pit of my stomach.. Whatever future our fathers designed either political, strategic, I would want her anyway.

“I haven’t had a moment to give the prospect of telling her I’m her father any thought yet. I will decide soon, however.” “I’m not asking you to give me a timeline–” “I don’t know how to do this,” he interrupts me, his voice stern and cool. “I don’t want to hurt you by not being… a warm, empathetic father figure in her life–” “She’s neither warm nor empathetic.” I laugh, unable to help myself. “She won’t understand what that even means, Blake. When I said she was like you, I meant she was like you. Not just because of your powers. She’s quiet and curious. She doesn’t like big shows of emotion. It makes her shut down.” Just like him. Exactly like him.

"She's not really a bitch, I guess. She's actually kind of...blah?" "Like, she has no personality blah?" "Maybe. Or she's just not very assertive," I say. "It's hard to tell. My father is pretty..." "Fucked up?" she asks. I laugh. "That's not what I was going to say." "It's what you were thinking, though." She leans back, arching her back up, displaying her breasts, even though it's just the two of us. "It's totally not what I was thinking." "Continue, please," she orders. "You father is an overbearing dickhead who treats her the way he treats you, and..."

Him letting her go face them would be like sending a kitten to the lion’s den. “You know they won’t own up to it, right?” He was saying as he tried to catch up with her sudden fast legs. “I will make them.” Intense energy was shimmering between her skin. She would do anything right there, even if it meant threatening them with a fucking gun. “Father is worse than you think, Is. He is a rock you can't break.” He had caught up with her now, grabbing her hand in an attempt to stop her. “I understand that you want to save me, but not this way. You would only make matters worse.”

“He’s rich. It’s not necessary.” “It’s something small I could afford with my savings,” I tried not to sound defensive but instead of answering she’s smoothing her hair and avoiding my eyes. “He hasn’t opened mine yet,” she mutters. “I’m sure he will,” I lied smoothly, she paused before saying something that froze me. “My dad… he flirts. Don’t read too much into anything he does. Just take him like a father, okay?” Take him like a father? If only she knew how I already took him. I nod anyway and hug her, thanking her for everything. Then she leaves, and I sag against the sink.

There are no unwilling women in my life, Anastasia. I have to stop looking at this man and stop letting him get under my skin. I couldn't describe how I felt whenever I see him but I didn't like it. It wasn't okay.I couldn’t afford to be attracted to this brutal, dangerous man—the same man who’d locked me up like an animal. That would be madness. “Niente, Papa,” Nico said quickly, his posture going rigid with his father in the room. Ravazzani bent to press a kiss to Tia’s cheek. “Buongiorno, nonnina.” His face was soft and tone light when he embraced her.

I lunge for them, but she disappears just as I reach them, taking Levi with her. "Where are they?" My father screams as he shifts and walks up to me. "She took him with her." It is all I can say. I may have been mad at him, but I did not want this. "When I find this bitch I am going to rip her throat out," is all I can say to my father. He has a stone look on his face. He is an Alpha. The expression stays there in a time of crisis. I know though he is hurting, he loves all of his children.

As her head tilted upward, I could see a small streak of tears below her eyes. “I’m okay, Dad”, she said as she wiped the tears away. “You have a new boyfriend?” her dad asked as he sat down again. “Um, yeah, but it’s not very serious, Dad.” “Didn’t you say that you loved him, though?” I teased. Charissa’s head swung away from her dad and stopped when it landed in my direction. As she glared at me, I could see the rage dancing in her caramel eyes. It brought me immense happiness.

I couldn’t hide anything from her; I didn’t have to talk before she knew how bad my hurt was. “You are nothing like him; trust me, Fred. I know you, I love you so much, and you are loved by a lot of people. You have a family now, and you should know that we have your back always.” She held me so tight that I didn’t want to let go in any way. “Now say this to yourself: I will be a great father to my children because I am not like my father." "Babe,” it sounded so silly to say. “Don’t babe me. Now say what I told you to say: I will be a great father to my children because I am not like my father.”