Iron Dad Novels & Stories

The sharp V of his torso, the hard ridges of muscle glistening with droplets of water, and those powerful arms that had caught me effortlessly, gripping my waist as if I weighed nothing at all. He wasn’t just any man. He was Bella’s father. My childhood best friend’s dad. We had been close once, years ago, before my family relocated to another city. Now, after all this time, we had only just reconnected. When Bella invited me over to catch up, I lost my way in their sprawling house and stumbled straight into him like that half-naked, devastatingly real. The memory still burned behind my eyelids, hot and forbidden.

"Tell me, what kind of man forces his own mother to end him? What do you think your father was like?" My chest tightened, breaths coming in ragged gasps as tears welled in my eyes. That fucking woman, his own mother, knew these monsters were responsible for his death. My father... he didn't even have the luxury of a mother's love. Instead, he had monsters for family. "Monsters..." I spat, tears streaming down my cheeks. "You're all fucking monsters! My dad was innocent—never harmed a soul in his life. He dedicated himself to his people. All he knew was love, and you—"

"Mr. Carter, Edith is missing. I can't reach her no matter what I try. Could you please help me look for her?" "Don't play the same trick twice," Dad said, forcing his temper down, though his tone was cold. "Beatrice, for your father's sake, I won't hold this against you. But you'd better stop being friends with someone like Edith. And don't contact me about anything involving her." He hung up while she was still speaking, refusing to listen, just as he had always refused to listen to me. I drifted in front of him, staring at the expression of pure disgust on his face. How could he hate me so much?

I pulled her by the arm, closed in every space between us as I tightened my grip yet she had no once winced. "call your dad, and tell him I want no problems he can let the business go on for as long as it can but I will not or him go around acting like he has much power than he really does, I'd hate to pull a trigger through his skull, after all he was once this close to being my father in law." I threatened once more, lyla let out an hysterical laughter, her eyes rolled in her head just like the psychopath which she was, My eyes popped as I felt a cold object pinned against my head,

as the media dubs him, smile only at me. But the media is a bunch of assholes, because they forget that he’s been such a devout single parent ever since he was young. My dad hasn’t aged much. At thirty-seven going on thirtyeight, he still has a strong build that fills out his suit. He’s tall and broad and has an eight-pack. No kidding. He’s the healthiest man I know. But he also has a few age lines that make him the wisest ever—aside from a certain someone.

Dad yelled getting closer to Dante, gun still aimed at his head. "I didn't fucking kill him and let's be honest here, old friend. Your son's condition wouldn't have allowed him to protect his sister but here is the thing, Ida can protect herself, she managed to stand up for my son." Dante tilted his head to the right when he said my name and I'm guessing he was trying to make Dad understand that I was here, watching. "I'll kill your son then, an eye for an eye." No, not Savaş. You can't do this, Dad.

Hearing this I looked at her with confusion. She looked at me and speaks up," My father was the top businessman of Germany. His name is Adam Walker. Me, my dad and my mom Lily were living happily. But happiness never lasts too long. My uncle was a bad man. He used to spend his all time at club and drugs. Things turned worst when my dad decided to transfer all properties to my name. My uncle was against it.

With a chuckle uncle Ben said, “come-on George, you know I'm fine” “You sure?” Exhaling, “yes,” Dad shakes his head, “that’s not convincing,” leaning on the table, “last time you were like this was when Idris broke your heart in pieces,” Father said with a cocky smirk. Uncle Ben groaned, “why did you have to say that?” I smiled looking between father and uncle Ben, “I don't think I've heard about Idris before.” Laughing father said, “Oh pumpkin, it's really a story to tell.”

June POV Those harsh words along with that authoritative traits will always root in him. My dad is very respectable publicly, since he is the president director of BT Corporation, one of the biggest companies in New York City. He is also well-known for the third most successful enterpreanur in America. Notwithstanding, those positive achievements can only please publics' eyes. Even his warmhearted beams in front of media never last longer. It will certainly change into stern expression mixed up with anger and resentfulness, especially when he deals with me.

“Yeah, yeah, Dad. I’ll take care of it. See you at home.” I have to fight the urge to laugh out loud. Dad. Of course. It’s almost too perfect. Mike, the tough guy who prides himself on his bravado, still answering to Daddy. I lean back further, smirking to myself. This night might turn out to be worth it after all.