Jeannette Walls Dad Novels & Stories

My father was keeping the Suburban on an even course. Still, my father turned back around, grumbling under his breath. “I’m sure they’ll tell us when they’re ready,” Jeanie soothed my father. “If I find out something happened to my Jacey because of you, Caleb Killeen…” my father growled. But his voice had lost a lot of its venom. Caleb glanced over at me and I could tell from the heat in his eyes that he needed to blow off some steam. Namely with me riding his dick.

"James?...I don't know,mate...shits getting scary. I don't know if the detective is really the anonymous but..." "My dad killed Justin Anderson..." I said ,as my mouth hung open in the air. My dad killed Calla's biological father. My dad killed my girlfriend's father. My dad have killed more people,more than just Calla's biological father and AJ 's. My dad wasn't just a murderer,he had committed multiple manslaughter.

This, and Vincent's speech, did not go unnoticed by Jax. “Fuck love,” Jax spat, raining on their parade. “Nobody gets to love anybody in this house. You are the mafia king. You are powerful and respected and you fucking have responsibilities. You cannot let this whore confuse you just because she has a tight pussy and a nice ass. Janet will never love a monster like you, dad." Vincent, having made peace with his demons, looked at his son and laughed at the shit that once seemed like life and death to him.

“Grandma Sloane is alive and well. She has so many fancy designer bags. And Grandpa Wallace buys me remote-controlled planes. “He’s not like you. Your face is all scarred up. You’ve got a limp. You smell bad. You can’t even give me a decent gift!” I still refused to believe it. I took note of Wayne’s unruffled expression. Only then did it slowly dawn on me. I stared at him as my fingers trembled. “Wayne… is what Aiden said true? Your mother never died back then. She ran off with that Wallace fellow, didn’t she?” “Dad, don’t be so harsh. What do you mean, ‘ran off with someone?’ “Mom and Wallace chose each other. They are truly in love.

"Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years." That person froze. The entire office fell dead silent. The teacher looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, but she ultimately kept it to herself and placed my withdrawal application at the corner of her desk. I turned on my heel and left the office. The school corridor stretched out ahead of me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, creating a checkered pattern of light and dark across the linoleum floor. When I walked past the Wall of Fame, I caught the photograph prominently displayed in the center. My father, Ian Smith, stood to one side while his stepso

“I just visited your daughters.” Caleb Johnson, or rather, Washigton's most respected and envied judge, was the father of Suzane and Mikaela. He was also responsible for judging my father twice. One when our company was taken from us and sold at a bargain price, after they found strong indications that my father kept it as a facade for his illegal business "even if at the time we did not know the seriousness of these businesses", and the other when he judged my father for the years at the head of a criminal and terrorist organization.

“Vi, darlin’, go ahead. It’s more your story to tell than mine.” “You mean my secret to tell.” His mother, his sweet, practical, sometimes judgmental mother, tossed back the whiskey without batting an eyelash. “I won’t drag out the details. You boys never knew my father, God rest his soul, and I’m grateful. For being a man of God, Elmore Bennett wasn’t a nice man. He ruled his home with the Bible in one hand and a hickory switch in the other.

He wasn't just known for his corporate brilliance but for bedding celebrities and making headlines with scandals. And beneath that polished exterior? A ruthless, twisted monster. A man who wore his wealth like armor, using it to dodge the consequences of the countless charges against him. The asshole who always managed to walk away unscathed. A man I'd hated since high school. Loathed from the moment I first knew him. And now, the man I never imagined I'd see in my dad's office, studying my face with an intensity that made my skin crawl. What the fuck was going on?

“I’ll be right back.” I nodded. Mom pulled me aside. No doubt it was meant to share a little bit of gossip. “Is Barnette’s ex-wife around?” She hissed. “She’s in jail.” “Good. She’s an even bigger bitch than Barnette made her out to be. Who does that to their own daughter?” I rubbed my forehead and groaned. “Fine, I didn’t tell you who your father was until you were an adult, but I didn’t try to kill you.”

He purses his lips into a thin line, then he shakes his head to confirm that Trinity is not joking. “That’s the truth, Hughes,” He answers slowly, seemingly ashamed that he’s the son of who put others’ blood on his hands. “What’s the fucking truth?” I ask, focusing my attention on Rexwell. “Andrew Tennings was my dad. My real father. Mom worked as a psychiatric nurse at the mental facility where Tennings was confined. Since he wasn’t really crazy at that time, they had an affair that led mom on getting pregnant.” He stops, looking at me.