I'm Your Father Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

“I will make one phone call and ensure no company hires you again. I will destroy every opportunity you have before it even begins. Every bank account linked to your name will be investigated, and every person associated with you will suffer consequences.” My breathing came out short “Father, stop…” I whispered. “No,” he snapped sharply. “He needs to understand exactly where he stands.” Then his gaze shifted back toward Adrian again. “You think this is some pathetic love story?” he asked mockingly. “You think loving my daughter suddenly makes you worthy of her?” Adrian didn’t answer. But the tension radiating from him was becoming unbearable now. “I want you to suffer,” my father admitted op

“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.”

"Excuse me, I gotta go." Their visions followed Gianna until she successfully left the apartment. Alastar's heavy sigh could be heard after. "I'm really sorry for not telling you... I was supposed to call a janitor to deal with the mess but I forgot," Alastar stepped closer and hugged her tight. "You do know that it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" "Yeah... I'm busy preparing all day for it." Catherine sighed and hugged him back.

"Emily? Who's that?" "Don't play dumb, Daddy." I pulled out my phone, showing him the email screenshot I'd saved. "Your PA. The one sending you nudes. 'Missed you last night'? Sounds like you're fucking her too." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Isabella, it's not what you think. She's just... a distraction. Work's stressful, and your mom—" "And Mom what?" I snapped, my voice low but sharp. "She's not enough? Well, neither am I, apparently."

"Damn! I did nothing wrong!! I'm so sorry please.... please.... please!!!!" Tobias crouched mercilessly beside his body and touched his blood, rubbing it on his fingers like water. He held eyes with the poor boy. "Who's your father?" He muttered, voice a bloody war blade. "My mother said he's dead! I didn't get to know him!" Tino shouted. "Please! Please....!!" Tobias stood. "Drop him off in front of his house..." He ordered. No arguments. Two Odds stood and carried him out of the Hell, his blood dripping after them as they moved with him.

“I’m your father.” I swear my heart could burst. And for the first time in days— The future doesn’t scare me. It feels bright.