I'm Your Father Novels & Stories

my father speaks " you and I, we're a lot more alike " "That's where you're wrong, father. We merely just share blood. I'm nothing like you. And deep down, you know it. All you're doing and have always been doing is looking for someone to pin your wrongdoings on, to put the blame of your misfortune on. I was the perfect victim, you showed me that at my younger age. You tore me apart before I knew what this cold world was all about and you never looked back. So you see, you and I are very different"

You're the Father who put me down You do not see my shape and appearance You love me with all your heart It's never been like this world. You're the Father who taught me Through the stormy blue sky You make me fly like an eagle Overcoming all trials. You are my good Father Understand the language of teardrop You don't let me walk alone As you are my good Father. ~ You are my good father === !!! === Diandra POV

That only makes me cry harder. "I can't," I cry, "I'm so sad, I think I’m going to die of sadness like a widower." "You're not going to die," my father snorts, and I can almost bet he rolls his eyes mockingly, "Stop being melodramatic, he’s not even your real mate. And he'll be back before you know it.”

“Dad, I love you,” I whisper, “but you're going to lose me if you refuse to let me live my own life. I'm not asking you to agree with my decisions, although I am asking you to respect them. I'm an adult, not a little girl anymore. You're going to be a grandfather, and you're out here beating the crap out of a man who happens to be my baby's father. Stop and take a look at yourself. Is this who you want to be? Because, right now, you are not the father I remember.”

My inner rage exploded like a ticking time bomb, "How dare you take a title away from the rightful owner? Can you do it again? CAN YOU! I DIDN'T THINK SO!" "Watch your tone! I am still your alpha, and I won't tell you again.", my father tells me.

Arthur walked slowly through the door. He wore a long dark coat and gold-framed glasses. He carried himself with the authority of a man who had spent his life at the top. He had grown old, but I would never forget his face. The whole room went silent. "Judge Veyra." Arthur looked at me and said in a grave voice, "I am Seraphina's father." He did not recognize me. Of course not. My mother and I meant nothing to him. He had cast us aside with a single word.

It was like all sound drained away, leaving only that single word pulsing in my head. Father. Wakanda. I staggered back, nearly slipping in the dirt as I pushed Logan gently down. My eyes burned into Zeus. “That’s impossible. My father is Magnus. He raised me. He—he—” My words faltered. Images of Magnus’s hard face, the way his hand had once rested heavy on my shoulder, the shadows that often crossed his gaze.

He sighed in irritation and sauntered inside the bathroom to take a cold shower. The next day, he was working in his office when his phone rang. The name "Motherfucker," flashed on the screen. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he read the name. Killian decided to avoid the call. The phone rang thrice before he decided to answer it. " Puede que seas el rey de la mafia, Killian, pero no olvides que soy tu padre y lo suficientemente poderoso como para destronarte si quiero." the voice seethed from the other side of the phone. (You might be the Mafia king, Killian but don't forget I am your father and powerful enough to dethrone you if I want.)

“You were masturbating thinking about me, weren’t you?” “What are you talking about?” I asked him, in shock. I tried to put down some authority and make out this was wrong, make him realise it and walk away, it did not have the outcome I intended, in fact he smiled and looked at me “But I'm not you father.” “That might be true, but you are married to my mother. And I don’t wish to be the cause of her unhappiness.” “Keeping your mother happy is my responsibility. But so is your happiness, baby girl.”

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.