Joey Diaz Father Novels & Stories

Joey said and started wiping his eyes. "That always happened, but Mr Clark, why don't I have a father? If I do, why is he not with me? Didn't he love me? Doesn't he think about me? I always dream of having my Dad with me, to have a complete family with my mom and him but I never saw him, not even his picture." Joey exclaimed. Clark watched him.

Althea’s dad’s story. “Oh! I see, ah! Dad didn’t you know Gio Reyes first, he was the one I told you about before who was my boyfriend then, I can’t introduce him to you in America anymore because he came home to the Philippines. Gio I want to introduce to you my dad is Robert Uy,” Althea introduced. “Nice to meet you, uncle.” Gio said with a smile and shook hands with Althea’s father.” Jean also introduced herself to Gio, Jean felt strange when she stared at Gio’s face. She didn’t know why, but she was relieved for Gio as if they had met before. She remembers a person whose last name is the same as Gio.

“Like a puppy who’s already naked.” “Stop talking. I’m gonna throw up.” “What are you gonna do?” Zia asked, tugging me up to my feet like I was a corpse in gym class. “You can’t go. That’s the Alpha. That’s Lucian’s father. That’s the man who runs this fucking bloodline.” “Maybe he just wants to talk to me about my grades,” I said, even though my voice cracked halfway through the sentence and I knew it was a lie. I was delusional.

“And who’s this idiot Joey?” Breed wanted to know. Kizzy sighed hard. “My grandfather had two children of his own. His son David was my father and his daughter Joy was Joey’s mom. Joey’s last name is Bassette. My parents were killed when I was fourteen in a car accident. Joy wouldn’t take me in as she could barely be a mother to Joey and Grandfather took me into his home but it wasn’t by choice. The state told him he could afford to pay for my care and it didn’t matter if he did not want me. He didn’t want to be bothered or pay for my way. His colleagues also told him it would show the world what a good guy he was if he did it. My grandfather was all for looking good but no one knows what we

LYZA Today is Gian graduation. Dad and Grandpa Carlos flew to the US two days ago to attend his graduation. Mom wanted to go, but she couldn't leave Sander for long. I want to go too, but I have a final exam today. I sigh sadly. But Dad promised to record Gian graduation to show it to us. I'm so proud of Gian. He got the highest recognition in his class. My parents were so happy. Dad even jumped in joy when Gian told us. Grandpa Carlos and Grandpa Phil, we're pleased too. It's a big achievement for Gian, and I'm so happy for him.

"I am." "I've seen all your games. I have your jersey. My dad says you're the best player in the league." Sebastian's smile was genuine. "Your dad sounds smart." Leo beamed. Damian stood up. He looked at the other kids—all of them watching, waiting, hoping. This was normal. This was good. Then Mrs. Alvarez walked onto the ice. She was holding a clipboard. She walked over to Damian and spoke low. "Leo's father is the journalist," she said. "The one who was arrested. He asked if Leo could still participate. We said yes."

From lying down, Dionysus faced Zoey which made Zoey become unfocused again after seeing the ripped muscles on Dionysus' chest. "Why do you have so many jobs? Are all those legit?" "I have three mouths to feed, my mom and my two sisters who are both still in school. Well, make it four, including Azlan." "Where's your. . father, then?" "Dead." Dionysus' mouth fell open and was about to say something when Zoey interrupted him. "Don't say you're sorry. He died in a car crash while driving his own taxi cab in the middle of a rainy night because that's how he was. Always so hard working just to provide us enough. But, when he died, my mom died internally as well. She can't seem to work outside ou

" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me. So, I swallowed my urge to speak. "Dad, uh… Do you need a housekeeper at home?" Susan shot me a look, silently pleading with my father not to keep me around. My fists clenched tightly. I couldn't believe she was going back on her word. My father turned to me, his gaze softening with an unexpected warmth. Then, slowly shaking his head, he murmured, "It's… it's uncanny how much you look like her." He then asked, "Are you married?"

Dominic Diaz Twenty six. Tech millionaire. The only son of the infamous Carlos Diaz a name that opened doors, commanded respect, and left chaos in its wake. And me? I’m next in line to take over the family empire. Not that I give a damn. The family business is all politics, handshakes, and backroom deals with strings attached. But the worst part? The marriage deal my father struck with the Foster family. I barely had a say. He’d picked out the “perfect” girl for me Hayley Foster.

"Because I want to see my Dad. I'm almost four... yet I still don't know who is my Dad..." We talked as children. I also learned his name there, Preston Isaiah. He even said I can call him "Zaya", because that's what his Mama calls him. He was born here in the Philippines in the province of Pangasinan. When he was one year old, his mother took him to the States. And he grew up there with his mom, the only reason he came back here was to see his dad.