Novel & Cerita John B's Dad

"Kenneth, are you trying to steal her from me?" Kenneth nodded. "Uriah, I already spoke to you about my son earlier. His heart still lingers with her; that's why he refuses to come home." "As for Abby," he continued, referring to his daughter, "she lacks ambition and has no plans to marry. I can't hand over the Westin Group to her. My only hope now is John." He turned toward Sharon, forcing a rare trace of gentleness onto his usually stern face. "Sharon, is it? I'm John's biological father. I heard you two grew up together, like family. Since you're family to him, you're family to us. You're welcome to call me 'Dad,' just like John does…"

I snort and don't let the sting at hearing about my dad show, "Hired? Or are they weirdly loyal to him because he was some Vampire god." John shrugs, "Easy to be loyal when the money still flows through." "Why not cut and run then? He's not around to ensure otherwise." Chris shifts his feet uncomfortably. John stares at me as though it was the first time he'd ever seen me. "Your father was not a God. He was a King. And we wouldn't dare do that to his memory." The elevators open but he doesn't step out, instead he waits for me. Like he's daring me to say something else.

Mama asks ma taking her hands into hers. "That piece of shit is the leader" ma says in a angry tone. Everything went silent until Nick,Kiah and Mika walks in with the same expression as ma. "Who?"Mama asks eying them all. "Josh Black" they replied together looking dazed. I can't believe this my father is a gang leader. No wonder he has so much money. I can't wrap my head around the fact that he actually runs a gang. It takes me a minute to react,but I finally speak up.

Dad shakes his head, showing his pity. I reach out and grab his elbow. “Jagger is strong. He’ll overcome this, too.” Dad nods. “Four doors down on the right is Logan. I’m headed there shortly. Give Alpha Cam the update on Jagger for me, if you don’t mind.” “Will do.” Brady smiles at Dad. “Thanks again for everything, John. You raised one hell of a daughter.” They both look at me pridefully. “Yes I did. You two be careful.” He nods out the window. “Looks like rain. If you need a private place, head to the house. Just no funny business please.” He eyes us both.

"During those years when you pretended to be poor, Grandma emptied her retirement savings to support your business! She pitied you for being an orphan. She scrimped and saved so she could give you the best of everything. She treated you like her own child. How could you... Mom simply lowered her eyes and regarded me coldly. "Your father even told you that. Donald was right. He was simply trying to leverage past favors to control us." Her expression turned even colder. "Since you won't choose, I'll choose for you." The henchmen behind her stepped forward. With a single swing of a hammer, Grandma's tombstone shattered. "No!" I threw myself over the grave, clawing at the coffin's seams with my

This time, he was dripping with even more unchecked arrogance. "This isn't the time for smooching, shitheads! You actually bought my scheme and thought I was scared of you? Ha! My dad is here now! You're all screwed! "My dad owns Beaushire's very own Joe's Dispensary! Joe Applebaum! That's right, I'm the heir, and you just pissed off my entire family!

Dad's tone was blank, his face impassive. I frowned. "It's not a joke, Dad." He turned to Bryan, his jaw tightening. "Do you work here?" Bryan swallowed. "Yes, sir. I'm a driver. But most of all, I love your daughter. More than anything." Dad stared at him for a whole minute, searching for something. Bryan squirmed under his gaze but did not retreat. Then Dad breathed in deeply and turned to me, his jaw clenched. "You will not marry him."

"You should be supporting your daughter since she's found someone she loves! What kind of parent tries to talk their child out of dating? Have you lost your mind?" Dad only stared at him in silence. Then, he grabbed Uncle David's hand and led him into the study.

Senior Bleak said and released a sigh. "Don't get yourself worked up about this. If anyone should be angry, it has to be Josh. This is his mess, not yours," JB said as he walked into his dad's room. The room was open and he did not bother knocking. JB finds it hard to knock on the door, an old habit of his. He had heard what his dad said. He was carrying a tray with him, he dropped it on the stool nearby and sat down on his bed. "I can't possibly allow you to skip breakfast so I made a toast for you and hot choco. Senior Bleak looked at his son longer than usual and looked away.