Jughead Jones Dad Novels & Stories

"Hey, has anyone noticed that she and the hospital president both have the last name, Hawkins? Is this a family-run hospital? Does it belong to their family?" Reading the comments, I couldn't help but laugh. In what world would an apology suffice? Thanks to their system error, this situation blew up into a nationwide scandal. I lost my job, and Mom was put through so much emotional distress as well—not to mention the fact that I was now labeled as some deadbeat who refused to pay my debts. These people had no clue that bringing Dad's body to the hospital was just the start. "Mr. Hawkins?" I called out. Albert clenched his jaw and said, "This is not a conducive place for us to talk, so let's

I froze on my feet. "Dad," I pleaded. "How sure are you that he will take full responsible of your baby?" He asked angrily as he pointed Jonas. "I'll take responsibility, Mr. Reyes," Jonas chimed in, making Dad more upset. Frustrated, Dad faced Jonas. His face reddened. "Do you have a work, hijo? What can you offer to my daughter?" Jonas and I stared at each other. My lips left open. I prayed silently that his answers won't lead to any complication.

"Of course we'll wheel you up to see your daughter. But you can't stay long. You have to get back into bed. We can't have a woman who just came out of a coma running around, can we?" She and Troy looked at each other. Juicy climbed into the wheelchair, surprised to see that two strange people were already there holding her baby. She looked up at Troy who smiled. "Juice, this is my Mom Gladys and my Dad Robert." He had a proud smile on his face. "And this is Juicy."

I probably should have let him know that I’d given him the title of second in command before today, but fuck it, this was as good as any other way. "Of course, Boss." Pride in his voice, he understands the significance of being my second in command. I don't trust people, but those I do, I make sure they're close to me. Jagger was my best friend growing up, his mom is from the south, and Jagger has that southern drawl she had. Whereas his father, along with mine, started as my grandfather's soldiers before working their way up the ranks. Jagger's dad was shot dead by police believing he was robbing a store. He wasn't, and the officer who killed him almost five years ago now still is breathing

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!

"Are you saying that Judy hired someone to dress up like Ray and stab her with a dagger? Why would she do that?" The guards looked at Dad exasperatedly, as if he was an idiot. "Mr. Grayson, I advise you to find someone to conduct an investigation. You might be able to find the answer," advised one of the guards before they left. Dad looked menacing and immediately sent his Beta to investigate. His Beta was very capable and soon sent over many reports about Judy. It turned out that Judy had once had a sugar daddy. She had dated several men at the same time before finally selecting Dad as the best candidate.

Steel’s POV I walked into the basement and watched the figure on the chair, with a black sack covering his face. Not that it was any mystery who he was! He was cursing up a storm, as we’d caught him just as he was about to leave town. Now that the skeletons were coming out of the closet, heads were rolling, and his father was among them... I pulled the sack off, revealing a disheveled and pissed-off Jones under the fabric. “You’ll all rot in jail for this!” he screamed as if he had any authority here.

This is my house, and you have no right to order anyone around here. "You like locking Wendy in the storage closet, huh? Fine! Then you can stay in there until you understand how it feels! "You won't be allowed out until you're truly sorry for what you've done." Even now, Dad believed it was all my fault. He would accept nothing less than my complete submission—me on my knees, sobbing and begging for forgiveness. Too bad. They'd never hear that from me. The butler's trembling voice cut through the tension. "Mr. Stiles… Mr. Stiles! Miss Jennifer… is dead!"

"About thirty or so." I felt my mouth drop. As much as I was expecting him to have been by Jose's side for a long time, considering the trust and belief he and Quinn have in him. I was not expecting over twenty years. Besides, he looked quite young while my d—Jose. I felt my heart skip a beat at that thought. It had just come without warning. My dad. "Wait, let me get this straight. You've been Jose's bodyguard for about thirty years now, which means you've known him since you were about twenty or something..."

It was like he was on the edge and would snap anytime soon. "I'm getting married?" To whom? "To miss Jessica Stones, we've already talked and you had agreed to marry her. After that, you are getting over the company, am retiring and you're no longer a kid" My lips parted to protest but the Sharpe glare Dad sent me was nerving, it was like he was daring me to go against his words like he would bring hell over my head. I decided to swallow back my words and just nodded.