I'm Your Father Novels & Stories

He waved the iron bar in the air as if he was bashing a pumpkin or something. "That would have been wrong, father. And it would have made my mother very sad." I huffed. "You're really your mother's boy, aren't you?" My father's long, dark shadow was like a giant mountain, towering over me. Fuck. Here we go again. The never-ending accusation of "you're not my son". How am I supposed to prove to my father that I'm his son?! Just because I refuse to live like your fucking puppet, so I'm not your son?! Who are you, father?! A fucking puppet master or something?!

" I don't know how much spunk he has you do and that's too much information. " " Who are you and what have you done with my father?" " I missed you Sia." " I missed you too papa." © #KCMmuoe

Hold on, my baby girl. Daddy is coming to get you. And when I bring you home, I’m going to fuck you for days straight. I’m going to remind you who owns every inch of your tight little body. Kael’s time was over.

“What?” I raised my clawed hands. “A little hard to dial here.” He looked from his phone to my hands and then back to my face. “Right…who?” “My father first.” Vince opened his mouth, but it was Morgan who screamed. “What the fuck did you just say?” I turned to look at the pale man on the ground. “I’m calling my father.” Vince shuddered but then rallied. “He’s dead.” “I think you overestimated my death there, Vince.” My father’s voice rang out over the speaker. He sounded exhausted. “My King…is everything okay?”

But life, unlike fiction, offered no rewind button. My father's voice, a mere whisper in the quiet room, called out my name. "Little... Drax," he rasped, summoning whatever strength remained in his weakening body. I swallowed hard, my throat constricting with unshed tears. "Yes, Father," I managed, my voice betraying the sorrow that clung to my every word.

I tried again, but he hung up on me the second time. When I tried again for the third time, I put Brian on speaker so his annoyed voice would echo through the corridor. “Can you stop? Are you dying? Why are you bombarding me with calls?” He sounded as cold and distant as he was in my last life. My eyes turned cold when I recalled the images of how he killed me in my last life. However, I had no choice but to act. “Brian, your father just fell down and is bleeding profusely. The hospital requires his immediate family member to sign the consent form for surgery. Can you quickly come over to Peace Hospital?”

"I am the code. I am the logic. You are just the meat." "You aren't the code anymore, Father," Rage’s internal voice boomed. "You’re a guest in my memory. And I remember everything. I remember the day you forgot my birthday. I remember the day you sold my mother’s soul for a patent. I remember every mistake you ever made."

dominated trending topics for weeks. From that day forward, my reputation was dead. Outside the hospital room, my father was still knocking on the glass. "Why are you so stubborn? You really stayed away all these years without coming home." He sighed heavily. "Your brother had such a hard life growing up. Couldn't you have just helped him realize one dream?" The look on his face made him seem every bit the loving father grieving for his son.

“You don’t remember me. I suppose that’s for the best.” Something cold crawled up my spine. “I’m calling Damien.” He chuckled. “Damien Hale. My nephew. You have interesting taste.” I froze again. “What did you just say?” He smiled a small, knowing smile that made my stomach twist. “You heard me.” My hand trembled slightly as I reached for my phone. “Get out.” “Adrian,” he said softly, “I’m your father.” The words hit me like thunder. I laughed a broken, shaky laugh. “You’re insane. My father’s dead.”

He turns and I throw myself in to his arms as I sob. “Dad, what do I do? I have four mates and one of them is the son of Sampson Kingsley. He is the…” “The Rogue King. I know baby, I know.” I pull back as I search my father’s blue eyes. “How?” I ask him as he smiles down at me. “I’m your father. I know things.” He says with a chuckle and I roll my eyes. Goddess, he needs to watch something other than G.O.T.