I Love Dad Book Novels & Stories

" I was waiting for you Emir... look you were talking to infuse Japanese flavors na, look what have I got for you!! " She handed me a rugged book.. it's pages are pale yellow, it's quite old still the words are clear.. and the recipes oh my God.. this is excessively relatable.. and then I found out dad's signature over the corner... so this is dad's book.. finally I got a masterpiece.. I gave her a bone crushing hug to clear my dilemma.. but how to talk about that girl.. " thank you so much beautiful for this!! I love it!! dad has left his legacy in this and I really am honored to inculcate his knowledge in me"

“Is everything okay? Do you want to come home?” Home. Where I’d grown up under his loving shadow. My eyes went to Gabe watching me with understanding. “I-I’m fine,” I managed to croak out, reaching for a tissue and dabbing my eyes. “I just…I just wanted to tell you…I love you so much…Dad.” There was a miniscule pause on the other end. A surprised intake of breath and then he spoke. “I love you too, my little princess. Always have, always will, Evie. You and Mia made me a father. You know that right? You know you both are special.”

I am the question in a room full of answers. I am the laughter in a house that used to have only silence. I am a boy named Purpose." Something opened up inside of me. "I don't have a dad who wears a tie or a car with leather seats. But I have a mom who slays monsters with her smile.". She taught me that love doesn't wear suits. It wears slippers and smells of cocoa butter." I covered my mouth with my hand, my eyes tearing up. "I want to create books from thin air.

Then he opened his eyes and looked at Dad. “I wish Daddy would only ever love me, and no other child.” Dad smiled and tapped the tip of his nose. “Silly boy. Why would you need to wish for that? “You’re the only child I have. Of course I only love you.” Henry jumped up happily and threw his arms around Dad’s neck. “That’s great, Daddy! Now I don’t have to worry about anyone taking you away from me!” I watched them without any expression. Even though I had heard with my own ears that Dad didn’t acknowledge me at all, my heart didn’t even ripple.

"Look at me, Lucia. Look at me right here. I am your dad. You hear me? I am your dad." He stressed the words, making sure they sank in deeper than any biological truth could. "I am the one who sits here and helps you with your homework. I am the one who taught you how to ride your bike. I am the one who reads you a bedtime story every single night, who chases away the monsters under the bed, who drives you to school, and who catches you when you jump off the big rock at the park. We are related by love, not just by blood, and love is stronger than anything else."

I say into his white hair, into his skin that smells of hospital and the death that lurks, into his trembling hands, into his beating heart, beating for me, for us, for this broken, torn, destroyed family, that is rebuilding itself, perhaps, one day, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love, "I love you, Dad, I love you despite everything, despite your fears, your weaknesses, your lies, your secrets, your crimes, I love you because you are my father, because you loved me, because you did what you believed was best, what you thought was best, what you hoped was best, even if you were wrong, even if you did wrong, even if you didn't know, even if you couldn't, I love you,

I replied coldly, "That car is a gift from Dad to me. If you want one, ask your dad to buy it. Don't you have your own dad?" That pink car was a birthday gift from my father when I got my license, and I rarely drove it. I thought Dad understood, but what he said next shattered my hopes. "It's just a car. If Rosie likes it, give it to her. Blake Xavier, you have so many cars. Why fight with Rosie over this one? Just let her have it." Hearing that, I suddenly realized that my father was not the loving father he once was. I did not want to let Rosie have the car, so I threw away the car keys.

I turned around and scoffed. “I’ve never met a woman so proud to be someone’s mistress before. Mother? Who do you think you are? “You expect me to believe that you’re actually in love with my old*ss father? Everyone can tell why you married him. Go bark somewhere else, Bumpkin.” Janice turned red. Wilda snickered and secretly gave me a thumbs-up. “You! I am not a mistress! I love my husband and he loves me too! Your dad stopped loving your old and ugly mom a long time ago!” She pointed at me angrily.

The corner of Dante’s lips curled up the slightest bit. “Just a teensy, tiny little bit.” I chuckled, which didn’t help make my lie seem less than a lie. “Really? Just a teensy, tiny little bit?” He teased and lifted one of his brows. “Ok, so it was more than a tiny little bit.” I confessed. “I don’t really like saying it out loud because it feels like I’m betraying my mom. I love both of my parents a whole lot, but I’d say I’m a daddy’s girl because we could relate a lot to more things than my mom and I. Like my love for books. My dad was a book wizard and loved reading to me. My mom couldn’t go past the first page without falling asleep.”

She wept softly, wiping away her tears, and looked utterly heartbroken. "Sweetheart, you've misunderstood your father. He has always loved you. You're our family. How could we ever bear to hurt you or let you die?" I glared at them with bloodshot eyes. "Then tell me, what secret is hidden in Dad's study? Why does every man who sees it leave me? Did you put some kind of curse on them?" As if possessed, I sank my teeth into Dad's arm. He flinched in pain, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.