Joey Diaz Father Novels & Stories

Jeremy – or as Aldo and Kai know him, Dario spoke unvaryingly to his father. Aldo breathily chuckled, “What kind of son are you to wish death for his father?” He commented as he watched his son in the small kitchen – completely unbothered by the gun in his father’s hand or by the state Aldo was in. Jeremy/Dario didn’t care for the small scraps and scratches on Aldo’s face, arms, and legs. He didn’t care if the man is hurt. Dario is completely unperturbed by his father’s state.

I was supposed to say that just to myself, but it slipped on my lips. He smiled, "Yes, young miss. I am Fidel Augustine Dausel. Dionysus' father." My mouth gaped open in shock, my head is swirling in thoughts if that's even possible. I can't believe I am standing face to face with Dion's father, and the fact that he is an owner of a known hospital in the United States. I know I shouldn't make this one a big deal, someday when I become professional, I'll be facing more elites. But for some reason, I felt the pride to meet Fidel Augustine Dausel, father of Dionysus Dausel.

he said seriously and avoided looking at me again. I took a deep breath to reduce the weight of my chest, but I felt it get heavier. Especially the next thing he said. "Your father, Anastacio was my best friend back then. We dreamed together of having an organization like this. He was my first mate and secret industrial spy. But the difference is we're bringing justice to the poor who just want to have a good life, contrary to what your family wants, which your father also believed when he met Ariza. After betraying me by telling the authorities about my whereabouts, he left with your mom. But then your mom killed my wife."

We were supposed to have the bathroom's foundation finished by today, so I figured they were both in there. Timmy frowned when I walked inside. "Dad called to see if you were here." Joey stood up from the floor and wiped his hands on his t-shirt. He looked like he'd been in trouble a few times in his life, with hard lines on his face, even though he was only thirty. "I told him your ass hadn't shown up. You won't make it long today, he's on his way," Joey said. I bit back the slew of curses on my tongue.

Joey yelled frowning at Zoey. I laughed before picking them up. "They went to do both. Now go say hi to uncle Jorgie." I grinned putting them down. As soon as their feet touched the floor they ran off into his arms. "Whoa! You guys got so tall! You guys lolol like you're at least seven!" Jorgie yelled taking at them wide-eyed. "It's cause we're strong!" Joey yelled showing him his muscles. "They're bigger than mine!" Jorgie yelled pouting making Zoey laugh. I giggled and stared at them. They needed a father figure.

My father was a judge, but he fell in love with a killer. His lover ran my grandparents down with her car. He found her not guilty in court. At the time, his power was absolute. No one dared to go against him. That homewrecker lived in luxury and got whatever she asked for. My mother lost both her parents, suffered betrayal, and was driven mad by everyone's ridicule. Thirty years passed. I fought with everything I had and became a Supreme Court justice. During graduation season, I sat on the interview panel as presiding justice. Across from me was a poised, immaculate young woman. She was the finest graduate the law school had produced this year. Looking at that familiar face, I glanced

It takes hardly 10 minutes to reach his house from mine. I am Jennifer Gonzalez ,daughter of Adison and Jasmine Gonzalez. Elizah is my cousin …but we share a sibling bond ..like real brother and sister....actually Uncle Joseph (Elijah's father) is my Mamu (maternal uncle). I am working as a Private Investigator for Elijah....both for his legal and illegal business. My father was a college student whom my mother met during her high school days. After that they started dating and when my father established himself as a businessman,my mamu approved my father and they got married.

" exclaims my father, and we see his secretary come in with a DEA agent. Alejandro? What is he doing here? "Good afternoon, Mr. Di Marco. I'm agent Darío Vázquez. Could we talk to you alone for a moment?" He asks, and I feel like my heart will jump out of my chest. No, my father can't be in trouble... "Uh, yes, of course," he answers and then looks at me. "Daughter, everything will be fine; leave," he asks me. I look at him, confused. "Go outside and wait for me."

He reached out, fingers brushing against Joel’s cold hand. "You’re not dying on me you brat," he murmured under his breath. "Not like this. You have to wake up, only I can kill you" His eyes darkened as tears formed at the corners of his eyes. Joel was his only family and brother he had. Their father, the only parent they had, had died under unclear circumstances ten years ago in Regal Hospital. As they were trying to investigate, the owner of the hospital was reported dead, and the hospital transferred to a man named Big Boss. To further the investigation his brother had changed his name from Joel King to Joel Mathew.

He turned to her again. "Yes?" "Did my Father say anything to you last night when you dropped me off?" "No, he didn't. Why?" Another smooth lie. "Nothing. Just curious. Thanks again." Jamal flashed her a smile before leaving the premises. Zoey stormed into the house sending a quick text to her spy. That damned bastard better be ready to leave tonight. But before that, he had one last assignment to do. "Find out all you can about Jordy's son." She typed and sent it to him. It was his final assignment and then he'd be gone.