Iron Dad Novels & Stories

Cordy promptly pulled Dicky out of harm's way, refusing to let her son get hurt. Adam laughed coldly before snapping viciously at the boy, "Your mom’s a liar! Do you really think that John Levine, the heir to the richest family in North City, is your father? Why don't you look yourself in the mirror or see how slutty your mom looks! You really think John Levine would tap that and have you? Dream on!" "John Levine is my—"

She let out while I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes on the road. “That’s exactly what this feels like. Your father is Edward Rodgers. That man is a legend. He built his empire from the ground up, and he’s ruthless when necessary. He’s not just any father… I know the kind of reputation he has.” I replied while she smirked, shifting in her seat to fully face me.

It was six. I know my father is Leander Voss, who runs a large company. My friend Jin asked me once if my dad was the Leander Voss. I said yes, and he said wow. I told him Papa makes good pancakes on Saturdays. Jin thought about this and said that was a more useful thing to know than anything on the internet. I agreed.

The amount of scandals they have been going through is unbelievable. Their father is one of the biggest fuck ups in their lives, and I can’t even imagine how they all feel about him, what I read about the man he is a piece of shit and he uses their name and money for many fucked up things. Fred never really talks about him, and when he does, I can hear the hatred in his voice. The man is terrible.

“And you're just telling me this now?” “Because I need to confirm a lot of things.” “Okay, and I hope you find information that will ease my frustration with your choice, not telling me sooner.” I saw Igor’s Adam’s apple bob; he was starting to feel nervous under the pressure of my words. However, he wasn’t weak enough to give up immediately. Igor and I have almost the same way of working, so I always knew he would make the right choice. “So, Irina's father was an advisor to the Irish mafia, and he hid his work from his family. Irina and her mother had no idea that her father was an advisor to the mafia.”

He was a close friend of their parents, who worked as entrepreneurs in their big company, and even they knew how their son and daughter got along. They lamented that. "He's an idiot, I can't stand him, always bothering me. What should I do with that idiot?" "Put him in his place," she said, putting her glasses back on. "But not like this, thank you." "However I want?" "However you want!" she exclaimed quietly, giving her daughter a high-five. Idris was one of those great and outgoing parents, loving yet respected and admired. He was more than just a cool dad, so to speak.

Your dad is coming? "Yeah, yeah," Eric grinned. "Dad said he wants to marry Mom." "No way! Mom is my dad's!" Justin got angry. Black-faced, he stood in front of Eric. "Don't steal my mom. Mom is Ethan" "Your dad doesn't even spend Parent's Day with you. My dad will, though. He said he will take good care of Mom and give her the best," Eric boasted about his dad is also great. He will protect me and Mom. My dad is Superman!" Justin said angrily.

Her face is open and still and the question is sitting in it without armor. I owe her the real version. Not the version that makes me sympathetic. Not the edited story of a frightened boy making a hard choice. The full version, the one that does not flatter me, the one that is just true. I start at the beginning. "My father was not a safe man." I watch her face. She does not move.

I couldn't help having an outburst, and I buried myself in her embrace as I let out all the stuffed emotions inside me, calling upon my dad as I cried into her arms while she gently stroked my hair, repeatedly saying that all was well. That reminded me about my dad all the more, who formed the habit of always saying ' all is well' after we saw the Indian melodrama ' Three Idiots '. Just like the main character in the movie; Rancho or at least something that sounded like it, dad would always tell me to deceive my heart into believing that all was well, just so that all would eventually become well. But alas, my heart knew the truth down to its last cell. There was no deceiving it and so I cri

"Get over here this instant, Elijah!" Dad yelled, pointing at me. In that instant, everyone in the vicinity turned to look toward Dad. Dad snapped, "You insolent brat! You think you're so independent now, huh? What's the big deal about spending some money on your family? You're probably really happy right now, all while Jacob got beaten up! How did I ever raise a son like you?"