Jughead Jones Dad Novels & Stories

Bash groans louder. “I don’t care, Bash. You are my son, can’t you see? you look exactly like me. Your eyes, your hair--” “Dad, I want to know if I’m really your son.” His dad shakes his head. “No, Bash. Please don’t do it?” “But why?” “Because I can feel that you’re mine.” *** Andrew Tennings is sent to his grave. Hughes prepared a proper burial service for him. After what he did to Aunt Abby, he was still forgiven by the Hughes family.

DJ pushed Rod to reclaim CJ. "Why would I? He’s my son," Rod retorted. "Kuya," CJ, not knowing what to say anymore. "No. He's not your son." DJ looked at his brother. "CJ, come here. Do you know? That uncle is mom's boss. He was the one who hurt mom. Uncle Yu showed us his photo and and he's really bad so you need to stay away from him," DJ angrily told CJ about Rod. Junisa looked at me for help.

My attention traced back to Dad who only grunted at the action, “Like I said I have to do a show in an hour, and you’ve been on my back about being ‘punctual’, “I reminded. Dad grunted, setting his iPad on the counter, “okay Justin. What Chris and I want to tell you is we’ve found you an assistant.” I raised an eyebrow at this, glancing between the two of them, “what?” I blinked a few times, shaking my head, leaning in closer, assured I did not hear them well, “you couldn’t have found one so soon, I fucking hope it’s not a junkie.” “I’m your father Justin,” Dad’s voice came out darker, “do you think I would let a junkie near my son?” I shrugged leaning back, my eyes set between the two of th

We quietly take our sits and before long, a blur of black hair passes by me and dispenses himself in the chair beside me, fully dressed and ready for school. “Dad? Were you fired?” Jared asks me, tilting his head a little. He looks so cute like this, but I’m confused by his question. Before I speak, however, Mom answers him with another question. “What do you mean, love?” “He’s not in his suit, grandma! And he’s been staying here for a long time. And he has beards growing… my friend from school said his Dad lost his job and so he stopped taking care of himself… and now he has a gut! And he drinks. Are you going to get a gut, Dad?”

Everything just seem perfect! My eyes got to the last corner and i saw dad, still talking to the strangers, i shook my head lightly in disdain and continued. I decided to comport myself, since i'll still have to acknowledge him anyways. "A special appreciation also goes to my father, the famous business mogul and the CEO of "The Jones' Empire", Mr Jones Edward!" The claps resumed again and all eyes drifted to his direction. He was obviously uncomfortable, as he faced them, and waved at them awkwardly.

“Gave you two days, limp dick. Where’s my goddamn money?” Jimmy and Derek had gone to school together. His old man had worked with Derek’s for years, went out drinking with him, too. Jones had been something of a football star at Clifton Heights High; though a knee injury his senior year had frightened scouts away and ended a potential college career before it had even started. Still, he was a construction foreman for Webb County, ran a backroom, illegal poker club at The Stumble Inn that drew people from as far away as Syracuse and he was a somebody while Derek was nothing, as Pa had reminded him whenever he could, with his fists or belt, or that cold .38 jammed under his chin, late at nigh

"Well, to be fair, I'm doing this for me too. I think Coach Jones fought with his wife again, he is really out to kill us with practice this time." Although he joked about it, we both knew there was a lot of truth in it. And we could only laugh. "So, how's JJ doing?" I asked after the laughter died down. Even before he replied, I could see from the way his eyes lit up, that things were definitely okay. "He's doing really good now. But he's still as stubborn as ever. If it wasn't for my dad who wouldn't give him a chance, I'm sure JJ would have abandoned the whole bed rest thing long ago. By now, he'll probably be jumping around on his feet."

"If you hadn't done that, Dad wouldn't have had to work five jobs a day. He wouldn't have worked himself to death right here!" My throat tightened. It felt as if my chest had been ripped apart, and with every breath, I tasted blood. "We're all your family, aren't we? Why is Uncle Donald allowed to cover himself and his son in designer brands and take luxury trips abroad, while Dad and I weren't even allowed to live a normal life?" Mom frowned. "Your Uncle Donald grew up in the Ferguson family and was pampered from childhood. How can you compare yourselves to him?" "I never realized your father was so petty and resentful."

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.

The plainness of his words made it evident how it hurt although he didn't let a single drop of the pain be evident over his features. I didn't press. Dad was a raw nerve for him. I'd heard the rumours — how he'd vanished overnight, how people whispered that he'd abandoned them. Since then, anyone who touched that subject got a broken nose or worse. The violence began there. Pieces of the story I'd never fitted together in college started to slot into place now. "What are you cooking?" I hopped up onto the counter, watching him move around the kitchen. "Don't poison me, okay?"