I'm Your Father Novels & Stories

"Something’s happened to your father!" #

I asked in disbelief "I'm your father" he said proudly which I couldn't help but laughed not believing he still has the guts to call himself my father "Father" I said "I don't think you're to be called that because to me you're long dead ever since the day you left me to fend for myself and take care of myself. Did you ever think about how I have been living all these years without someone I could call mine? Or did you think I'm just a gambling home that you can just go and come the way you are?" I asked "then I'm sorry an you have no right to tell me what to do"

" You first and then I will tell you. " " My father is in bad shape. Sienna's father is with him " ©#KCMmuoe "What ? You poor thing, I'm so sorry." ©#KCMmuoe

When the sharp knife pressed against my neck, I saw the panicked look on Grandma's face. "Move aside!" Edgar roared, his voice so loud that it nearly pierced my eardrums. I called out "Daddy" in a trembling voice, but he snapped hoarsely as if he'd been stung. "Don't call me 'Daddy!'" Grandma watched all of this, barely able to breathe. "Edgar, that is your own son!" Edgar trembled and cried out, "This is all your fault! You're the one who drove me to this!"

I was going to fucking love tonight. "Daddy, I have to see you. I need to see you badly" "Hell, I will be home soon too. You'll find a lingerie in bed. Wear that for daddy" "As daddy wishes."

"Listen, Alistair, as you've grown, you have the right to choose your path. Your decisions are yours to make, and if they were the right ones, I'll stand by you. Do you understand, my boy?" "It's okay to feel broken for a while, but remember to find your way back to your old self. Hmm... Appa will always be by your side. I'll support you," Mr. Vill comforted his son. Alistair felt grateful to have a father like him. He hugged his dad tightly, sniffling. "Appa, I'm gay... I can't even give you guys an heir. I... You've raised me like a prince, but I..." Alistair's voice trembled as he spoke, his concerns contrasting with his father's positivity.

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.

My father tricked me. "Oh, he didn't tell you,' he smirked. "You must be ridiculous," he mocked, mimicking. "They send you here to help me? Help me for what? Don't I have millions of people to help me?' he laughed. "Your father was the one who sold you to me. He said you were fresh fruit," he revealed. I stuttered. "Fre…Fresh fruit, what does that mean?"

My father looked at me for a long, unbearable moment before letting out a cold laugh under his breath, disappointment and fury mixing together in his expression, that tears immediately slipped down my cheeks again. “Unbelievable,” he muttered quietly. Then his eyes shifted back toward Adrian, and the hatred inside them was terrifying now. “You manipulated my daughter,” he said coldly. Adrian’s expression hardened slightly for the first time. “No,” he replied firmly. “Your daughter made her own choices.” My father let out a terrifying smile. “That confidence will disappear very soon.” I shook my head immediately, in panic. “Please,” I whispered desperately, stepping forward again. “Please don

“Father, listen to me, I can explain! Elara is lying! She’s just a bitter slut trying to—” “Shut your mouth!” I roared, the walls of the room literally trembling from the force of my voice. “Even if she were a slut, she is still a person! She is a member of this pack, and she did not deserve such disgusting, humiliating treatment from anyone, let alone the boy who claimed to love her! But you did it anyway. And for what? A petty bet?!” “Father, please, just let me explain—” “I am not the one who needs an explanation,” I cut him off, my voice turning icy cold. “Because for one, the humiliation has already happened. And two, your sorry is not going to fix a damn thing.”