Jughead Jones Dad Novels & Stories

“No problem, love. Come on.” There he goes again with that “love” shit. As soon as we stepped in, I asked, “Where’s the bathroom?” “Down the hall. First door on your right.” I practically sprinted. When I came back, he was in the kitchen, knocking back shots like the night owed him a blackout. “Hey... what’s going on?” I asked cautiously. “Oh, nothing,” he muttered. “Just that my father’s the biggest asshole on the planet.” Tucker Todd. Big Tuck of the Midwest. The media loved him. Jalen did only as a father and not the businessman.

It's clear he doesn't want to help anybody but just looking for his own benefit. David Jones, Alexander Jones' biological father, frowns, listening to Leonard. "Your son fell in love, don't you know? She is the daughter of Joe Walton, your old enemy." Leonard saw discord and smiled evilly.

Uncle Joe is the real villain behind Dad's story. He has always been against Dad, harboring a deep-seated hatred for nearly everything Dad has or does. It feels as if he’s an enemy rather than a brother, and I struggle to comprehend the irrational animosity he holds toward Dad. Dad has been nothing but kind and genuine to him, yet Uncle Joe only seems focused on bringing Dad down, creating chaos in his life at every turn.

Even if it was only in his own mind. It was no surprise when Bob was tipping everyone and telling JD to order whatever. Even suggested whiskey. Like an eighteen year old should have whiskey and then drive. He wondered if his dad had always been like this and as a kid he had never noticed. “So, your dad tells me that you’re a mechanic.” Summer smiled at JD as the meal was served. “No, ma’am. I’m still in high school. Jaxon is the mechanic.” He replied kindly, thinking that she just had them confused.

Jenson looked suspiciously at Grand Old Master Yorks. "What’s wrong, Great-grandpa?" Grand Old Master Yorks asked, "Does your Dad know about this? This is no small matter." He feared that Jay was only busy billing and cooing with his wife that he had forgotten all about his children. Jenson laughed. "Great-grandpa, everything is done based on Daddy’s instructions.” Grand Old Master Yorks was astonished. He had been paying close attention to his grandson Jay and knew that he was busy giving Cole trouble these days while also polishing jade for Angeline…

"Besides, he's just continuing what our ancestors used to do. Helping those in need, regardless of the pack they belong to." "Not in this way," Mrs. Jones replied. "It's your fault too. You're always taking Jeric's side, that's why he's getting more stubborn." After saying that, Mrs. Jones turned around and exited Jeric's room. "Don't mind your mother. She's just too worried about you, that's why," Mr. Jones said and he even tapped his son lightly on the shoulder. Then he turned around and went out to follow his Luna. Mr. Jones had just come out of Jeric's room when Chadrick entered and immediately approached his friend as if he had something important to say.

I held his cold hand, and tears finally streamed down my face. "Dad, just hold on a little longer. I'll get justice for you soon," I said. Not long after, the police took Aunt Ellen and my grandparents away on suspicion of fraud and intentional injury. Grandma wailed and shouted all the way out the door. The hospital hallway finally went quiet. I knew this wasn't over yet. Although Uncle Spencer had completed the surgery, without follow-up treatment, the kidney inside him was nothing more than a ticking time bomb. … The next day, while I was wiping Dad's body down, the hospital room door opened.

Joseph said, patting his Son on the shoulder. “I’m not giving up. I’ll teach this Bitch a lesson. She will soon regret her actions and will be servicing my dick by this afternoon, or my name is not Leon Jones of the Jones family.” Leon took a stand and made a call.

The dad is not Ronan. "Juicy. Keep me posted."

Mr. Jones was taken aback as he shuddered, feeling his heart jolt and beads of sweat form on his forehead. He attempted to apologize to Butler Mark, but his mouth opened and closed several times without producing any words before the call ended abruptly. As he tried to compose himself, Mr. Jones was startled by a voice calling his name. He stumbled and fell to the ground, disoriented. Charlie Jr. appeared before him, looking down with disdain, and spoke with a threatening tone, "My father's last wish was that you leave Houston before dawn tomorrow, and I intend to make sure that happens."