John B's Dad Novels & Stories

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."

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.

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.

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.

Though I didn't know how I get to my room, I didn't ponder into it especially when the past events hit me with a force stronger than the pains on my body and the ache in my head, I could still feel my vision spinning, probably from loss of blood. My dad had turned into a Monster. Did he hate homosexuality that much, to the point he was willing to kill his son, I cringed at the thought? Perhaps it was the effect of the toxic substances in his system. I brought my head up to my head and touched a white bandage wrapped neatly around it. My face traced down to my face but flinched when I touched the cuts afflicted. Dad nearly killed me, my eyes widened again and he said he killed my mom, was tha

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."

“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.