Jughead Jones Dad Novels & Stories

Instead, he watched a video that had just been sent to his phone. He turned up the volume so everyone in the room could hear it clearly. "Tie her up!" My father's voice rang out from the recording. "Let her stay here and think about what she's done!" My father lurched to his feet, eyes wide with shock and dawning horror. "That's your voice, isn't it, Mr. Morgan?" the chief asked quietly. My father's mind seemed to go blank. After several seconds, he staggered toward the door, heading for the fire house.

He then showed me his cell phone and I was shocked. "Finally after years, today Mr. Henry Jones's case got wrapped up by the court. He was found guilty and was sent to prison for seven years." That was the headline playing and I looked at my dad whose face looked beaten up, he was forcefully taken outside the court by police and I sat down in shock on the bed. Dad is in jail... I looked at the phone as so many reporters were taking him... so many people... like once what happened to me... no... "See... dad got punished. Now stop this madness, whatever Aiden did was to stop you from sabotaging yourself. Don't be angry with him. I have a meeting, I am leaving. Take care sis..." he said and lef

“Great!! I’ve always known that Jane likes cute guys; she never settles for less. I was so embarrassed at this point. My dad might be aging really fast but he still had his funny side contact. I smiled sheepishly in embarrassment. “Dad!! Stop it? You are going to make me blush like a three-year-old? Jaxson cleared his throat like he was about to say something important, but he was still acting very shy. “You do not remember me, sir? “I am aging really fast and my brain isn't functioning like it used to before. I would appreciate it if you helped me remember. “Your best basketball player in junior high. Jaxson. My dad was silent for a few seconds but he still had his smile on. We almost thou

"Who dares to despise me son?" A middle-aged man stepped out, his figure was unusual, his tone was calm. Harding Marcus caught a life-saving blade of grass and turned around. "Father must kill him!" His father is Jocelyn Marcus, the head of the Marcus family. The great families that met Jocelyn Marcus also had to bow down and flatter, and his son has always been bossy, but he loves this son very much.

They step aside when they see Damian. No words. No nods. Just immediate obedience. Damian pushes open the door, and Eli feels the shift in temperature before his eyes even adjust. Then he sees him. Marcus Blackthorne. Damian’s father. A man with silver hair pulled back, eyes sharp enough to slice skin, posture as perfect and rigid as a blade. He doesn’t look like he ages—more like he calcifies. He sits at a long table, a crystal glass untouched before him. When he lifts his gaze, Eli feels it physically.

"My son recently—" BANG! The door burst open. "BOSS, WE HAVE A PROBLEM—" The guy barely got the words out before he was kicked across the room. Three people stormed in. At the front—Jared. And he was pissed. "Jared!" Cormac snapped. "Shouldn't you be at the doctor's office?" "Dad, what the hell?!" Jared snapped back. ...Dad? Holy shit. My eyes widened. Jared was the son of the leader of the Vulture gang?!

"You still have a chance to undo what you and Mateo Lombardi talked about, and that is with the help of what I have." "Too late for that, Alexus," Mr. Jones's eyes asked for understanding. "I had already signed the agreement proving everything." "Damn it! That can't be!" Alexus blurted, almost angry. "What have you done, Mr. Jones?" said Alexus, unable to restrain himself, but he was starting to lose his patience with the man in front of him. He highly respected him; at age 58, Mr. Jones was an excellent father to his two daughters. Rafaella was seventeen, and the youngest was Cindy, fifteen. And he was practically part of the family, an affectionate brother figure for his daughters.

she said giving me a quick hug before sitting back down I walked out to see my dad leaning against the wall when he saw me he walked towards me meeting me halfway "hello Mr. Jones I just need you to sign something really quick and you can be on your way" Mr Bull said passing my dad a referral paper. After my dad got done signing the papers we sat in the waiting room because Mr. Bull forgot to make a copy of the paper so he had to go to the teachers lounge to make one "what happened" my dad asked speaking to me for the first time since he came

Jones sat back on the sofa, ran his hands through his messed up black hair and said, "I too had a life before meeting Christ. I wasn't always like this." Herty's eyes popped in curiosity like a ball, "Ray is my uncle. My late father's older brother. He manipulated my father to carry drugs for him and when my father wanted out because of me, he set him up," Jones said. There was a long pause. Herty was bewildered. This wasn't what she expected but it was also a great revelation.

My father knows nothing about earning money, and all he did was waste the money on alcohol and gambling while my mother worked as a maid at Jones Mansion. The Jones Mansion includes Mr. Arthur Jones, an owner of a financial company. Samantha Jones, his wife, and Natasha Jones, the only daughter of the pair. The Jones family might look like a happy family to me at first before I realized that the happiness they showed to the media was just a bunch of lies. Their family is just as wrecked as mine. Pathetic, isn't it?