I Love Dad Book Novels & Stories

'When did the two of them even get close? "I understand... but you should tell me next time, alright?" Alastar nodded as he buried his face on her neck. "I love you..." he whispered softly. Catherine swallowed hard. "I... I love you too."

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

"Mr. Carter, Edith is missing. I can't reach her no matter what I try. Could you please help me look for her?" "Don't play the same trick twice," Dad said, forcing his temper down, though his tone was cold. "Beatrice, for your father's sake, I won't hold this against you. But you'd better stop being friends with someone like Edith. And don't contact me about anything involving her." He hung up while she was still speaking, refusing to listen, just as he had always refused to listen to me. I drifted in front of him, staring at the expression of pure disgust on his face. How could he hate me so much?

“I love you, sugar. You need to trust Brack. He knows what he’s doing. I wouldn’t have put you in his hands if I didn’t believe he could keep you safe.” No, he wouldn’t. And, I also knew Brack would keep me safe or die trying. “I love you, Daddy.” “Love you too, sugar. How about I read you a story?” I couldn’t help the slight grin that formed on my lips. “Please.” It took a few moments for him to find a book. Then, his soothing drawl warmed the cold that had settled into my body. I swayed slightly to the sound of his voice as tears sluiced down my cheeks. My father used books to speak from his heart. The story could be about any subject in the world, but the message was always love.

he retorted, the frustration evident in his voice. " Call me when you're ready to talk, " Ava said and was on the verge of hanging up when he shouted into the speaker. " Wait! " He said with a tone of urgency. " What? " Ava asked in annoyance. " Wait, " Jayden repeated, calmly now. " What's going on between you and my Dad? " He asked quietly. It was evident in his voice that he was pained. " What you said back there in his house office. " Ava retorted.

I smiled before once more lying, “I don't like Mr. Knight, Yes he has a good physique, but he is n…” “Yeah right” she teased before leaving to my thoughts. I found it hard to sleep all through the night, and even a call from Ellie wasn’t enough to help me at all. I didn't dare to tell her that I was crushing on her dad while she was on her school research in China, so I bottled up those feelings and tried not to think much about it. Why did he have to be so hot and attractive? Why did he also have to be someone’s dad? Worse still, my best friend!

Hot tears slipped free. Mom smoothed my hair. "It's okay, baby. You can cry—holding it in only makes it worse." "I don't want to," I lied, and a sob escaped anyway. Dad held me tighter and let me cry without questions, his silence a kind of shelter. Still, a thought flickered through me — if Ryatt ever crossed him, even in a nightmare, he'd be dead meat. *** It was weird that I still liked watching Cinderella. Even weirder that Dad still enjoyed it with me.

My throat tightened. “Dad, this is beautiful,” I murmured. “You’ll always be our little girl, no matter how grown-up you think you are,” he said, ruffling my hair. “I love you so much, Dad,” I said befire releasing Mom was staring. “Mom don't be jealous, it's your turn soon,” everyone laughed at it like it was some kind of joke. Mom was always jealous of Dad. I know it's not nice to pick a favorite parent, but Dad unapologetically was my number one before Mom came. Dad sees through me compared to Mom who was ready to believe my I was fine even if my eyes were about to be plugged out from tears.

Jandro is already half-way to the couch, but something makes me stop in the hallway. I duck into the study room. The air smells faintly of cinnamon and old paper, Dad’s favorite scent combo. I miss them. I miss the normalcy. But mostly, I think I miss knowing myself. Everything used to make sense. I sink into Dad’s recliner and glance at the pile of books on the shelf. I hae seen them a hundred times… but now, one catches my eye. “Moon Lore and Earth Magic: Myths or Truths?” Strange. I could have sworn that was not there before. I pull it down, run my hand over the spine, and crack it open. It smells ancient. Like secrets.

But we weren't going to allow the time we had to waste. Dad had helped me with my studies a lot because he was a bookworm, as I came to learn. He also spent a considerable large amount of time telling me about all the things he had seen. When I say the man had the most amazing stories… I mean it! I mean, he was like two hundred years old.