John B's Dad Mga Nobela at Kwento

When he was through, he’d let Brian crawl away, threatening to “deal with him later.” But Brian was probably long gone by now. His mom was drunk most the time and his dad had split years ago. Who’d miss him? Brian had always hated this town, was always talking about loading up his Pinto and leaving. Usually he was all bluff. After last night, though . . . John grunted. “Gonna be a good day.” Connor didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help it. He glanced up. John stood there smoking, looking blissfully calm and relaxed, clutching their father’s service Beretta by its barrel. Thick gore coated its grip.

Jordan answered loudly holding up his hands. “I also said I would and always would support whatever you do, literally, and even though I don’t like this…I support you in every way,” John said with a nod. “You’re my son, I love you, and if he hurts you I will arrest him, I will torture him, and lock him up ten to twenty years.” Jordan couldn’t hold back the smile and small burst of laughter as he looked at him. “Thanks dad.” “I mean it, I know how to use a gun without killing him,” he warned. “Do you want a bacon toastie?”

He asked looking pensive “Yes Dad, Mr Jem told me he sent someone with no experience, am sure she can’t find any loop hole, besides I’ll be supplying her the information so I’ll sieve them before handing it over to her” John said grabbing his bag as he took his first step “well, don’t mess this up, have waited too long to have all my plans fail" Mr Benson said as his cold eyes pierced into his son's John turned around and began walking away “yes, i have to go now" he said rolling his eyes, his back was to his father now so Mr Benson didn’t see his expression John walked out to his car and got in but didn’t start the ignition.

I nodded and continued eating. Dad Soon cleared his throat, gaining our attention. "Now that you're stable, I think it's time we talk about your wedding" My spoon dropped, creating a loud sound. My what? My gaze instantly went to my dad. He seemed different. He had outgrown his beards, his hair was also lengthy, falling messily on his shoulders, his eyes were an unfamiliar dark green while his jaw was always clenched. The aura and vibe around him were dark and cold. It was like he was on the edge and would snap anytime soon.

When they got home, John went directly to take a shower before sitting down to eat dinner. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Kelly yet and he was worried about her reaction to Mr. Adams' strange request to fuck her in the ass. Luckily for him his father saved the day by his regular bragging, which also included John's invite to pick himself out one of Bob Adams' putters that evening. "I think that's wonderful, John," his mother said, leaning over and kissing him on the forehead. "You have fun and keep practicing and we all know that you're going to beat your father one of these days."

John: Probably, Dad there is some mystery that is happening on Mom that time. Dad: Yes, I guess. She left the house right after giving birth to Jette. I made sure Jette is mine, I had her DNA-tested, and it’s positive, I’m the father. When I went home to tell her the good news, and to hug her as a thanksgiving that Jette is mine, I didn’t see her at home. She left us. She left me for the second time. John: From that day Dad, she never tried to reach out? Every occasion? Every celebration?

“Hi John, what happened?” I asked him quietly after I called him from the toilet. “Are you ok?” I asked once more since I haven't heard his voice. “Jessica… My…” He started sobbing. I really got upset since I never heard John crying. He was always macho, never let anyone to see him like that. “Your what John? Tell me what happened!” I said walking up and down frustrated. “Jessica, my dad died.” John said barely audible and my eyes instantly filled with tears.

And maybe to mess with my brother for being an idiot! Mom and Dad are ecstatic! So is Hestia. I wish John was still around, but he died a long time ago... I don't remember all the details, but he was sent out on a mission and he never returned. I'm sure he'd be proud of his daughter now.

"My mother just watched. He disowned me." I gasped in utter shock. I had seen Jace's parents before, around school when special events went on, and they looked like the perfect family. His dad was a business executive, his mom was nice. They didn't look like the kind of family to disown a child. But I guess you can't judge a book by its cover.... "John hates me," Jace whispered, more tears dripping from his eyes.

Tabitha's POV The storm had subsided a lot today, and it seemed the clouds were dispersing. I dialed Jasper's number, wanting to ask him about Matthew. In fact, whether John was my dad or not didn't matter. He had been nothing but good to me and given me all the fatherly love I needed. Perhaps even my biological dad wouldn't treat me as well as John did. Sadly, the call wouldn't get through, which made me a bit uneasy.