I Love Dad Book Novels & Stories

Simple, elegant, beautiful. My dad and I have breakfast together and then he gives me my gift. I unwrap the box and inside is a book, similar to, although much thinner than, the History of the Guardian. This one is titled ‘For the Love of a Guardian’. I look up at my dad. “What is this?” He looks at me, and I see he has tears in his eyes. “Ailduin, Aolis and I put together the story of your mother and I. It starts when we were about your age. I thought you would want to have something that tells you the story of our love.”

Everyone knows he hates noise. I opened the door and went inside the dark room loaded with books, mostly ancient books and poems. If you want my dad to love you without you betraying him for eternity, just buy him stories written by his favorites ancient authors especially William Shakespeare's stories and drama. He will adore you forever. One thing he wanted to be was to become a poet but due to the world he was born to, he was not able to follow his dreams and he had no time for it. I walked through the bookshelves to his office. I opened the door and entered the gigantic office. There they are. My dad is sitting on his office chair while my mom and Ruslan are sitting on the couch patientl

Dad was lucky just to be able to keep up with her most days. Dad was like me. He was laid-back, quiet and easy going. Caring and compassionate to his family, friends and even to strangers. He was so loving and giving. He was content to hang in the shadows and observe other peoples fun, rather than have his own. His idea of a good time, was reading books. He was the one to always step in and mediate the problems or defuse the situation. Much as I am doing now. I am glad to know that I get something from him.

Love-Your Daddy I glanced quickly at the picture he enclosed, it was from my shifting party, and I was pressing my paw on the Unity rock near my dad’s print as my dad was looking on smiling. My eyes started to water again as I stared at the picture, in the background looking on was a boy with messy brown hair holding a toy. Why did he look so familiar? My head was starting to hurt from all the crying, so I put it back in the box with the note. Taking out the bag I opened it and a long green ribbon slid out. Green was always my dad’s favorite color. He said the color reminded him of my eyes.

he said. “ hmmm, what is it?" My dad placed a book in front of me. I glanced at it. ” what is this?" “ open it first", he prodded gently “ Okaay...... " I dropped my paint and brush and cleaning my dirty hands, opened the book. ”Oh. My. God!!!" I gasped. “ What the hell is this? Where'd you get it from, how much did it cost?" I hurriedly asked. My dad chuckled quietly

Elona's POV As I continued to sit while my dad had seen Mr Crane out. I was feeling defeated and upset. My eyes caught my book, I leaned forward and brought it closer to me. He had very neat handwriting. One that I would keep and treasure forever. I started to read what he had written. Love Beyond Reach

I started, my voice low, “it was just me and me alone. I would struggle through it all by myself. Calling the doctors, watching the monitors, sitting there praying he’d pull through. No one else was there. It was just me.” Elena’s eyes softened. She reached across the table and touched my hand lightly. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.” “No, no,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I want to talk about it. Really.” I took a deep breath and continued. “Dad may not be the perfect father. He’s harsh most of the time. He lacks emotion. Not to forget he is very strict and completely business-oriented, not family-oriented at all. But… he sure does love his only son. That’s me.”

Dad Asked and tears WAs tickling in my eyes. "Dad what's this I'm hearing? You see I refused to believe all the rumors and tales that ray's family have being telling me because I know you dad, I know that you won't do anything Of such because for all the times I have spent with you, never have I feel an inch that I was never related because of your love for me, remember I will always say that, even in the next life I will still chose as my dad but how come dad?" I Asked still shocked...

~~To Bailey, the reason I'm a better man~~ I close my eyes, smiling sadly at this, this is a gift from my dad. I run my hands over the pictures, my dad loved making and keeping memories. Each of the pictures reminds me of sweet times we had, times I long for. I close the book and leave the living room. I know the only room I should be in.

Flipping open the font cover the words written still made me smile ‘To Lucy, always my baby girl, love dad’. “I thought I had lost this. My dad would read it to me all the time when I was little and I carried it everywhere, last time we came here I couldn’t find it. It must have fallen on the floor and got pushed under the couch”. A happy tear slid down my face and I hugged the worn copy of wind and the willows to my chest thinking of all the times my dad would snuggle and read to me. “Thank you for finding it” I kissed him on the cheek and his smile radiated from him “what?” curious what he was thinking.