Kim Possibles Dad 소설 & 이야기

my dad stepped into the living room, "Are you trying to ruin a marriage that hasn't even started?" I met Keith's gaze head-on, ignoring my dad and refusing to back down in the face of his formidable presence. "I won't apologize for it," I replied, my voice steady despite the panic in me. "I refuse to be a pawn in someone else's game, a puppet dancing to the whims of others." "Enough of that Jenna! Apologize to him right this instant!" Dad yelled. "It's fine." Keith stood, proudly claiming a height of 6 feet 3 inches.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and said condescendingly, "I'll have my father come right now to reveal the true colors of these five little brats! "What a joke! How dare they impersonate the five great young masters? To be honest, I'm not afraid to tell you that the Foster family, one of the five tycoon families, usually wears high-end jewelry that my father personally sends to them. My father has personally met Young Master Foster more than once!" With that, he dialed the phone number of his father, Kaiden Eastwood. "Erhard?" On the other end of the phone, a calm and serious middle-aged man's voice slowly emerged, "Didn't you accompany your mother-in-law to a reunion party? Why do yo

Kia had warned my dad. "You are just getting cold feet," my dad said, laughing it off. It was in this chamber they had their conversation, and I was the little boy eavesdropping on them, then. "This is no war, Kai. Are you forgetting we are the strongest pack in all kingdoms?" "Strength fails sometimes," my first Cousin Kai had persisted. "But ours won’t," my dad said, tapping Kai on his shoulder. I quickly ran out, before they noticed me. That was the last time I heard my dad speak. The last time I saw my parents.

I nodded and continued eating. Dad Soon cleared his throat, gaining our attention. "Now that you're stable, I think it's time we talk about your wedding" My spoon dropped, creating a loud sound. My what? My gaze instantly went to my dad. He seemed different. He had outgrown his beards, his hair was also lengthy, falling messily on his shoulders, his eyes were an unfamiliar dark green while his jaw was always clenched. The aura and vibe around him were dark and cold. It was like he was on the edge and would snap anytime soon.

“And it also means that you have a father – Theron Stanford – who I’m sorry to say is at best a shady criminal and at worst a traitor. He is not someone that I would ever trust with anything.” “Huh.” I don’t know what to say to that – that I might be related to a criminal mastermind. I might not know Zale that well, but from the community he has built here, to the respect he has in business, and the way that he has owned up to and acknowledged any mistakes he has made – I do trust his judgement. “Well, it’s a good thing that I already have a father then isn’t it.” “Damn right you do.” Dad says, leaning over to give my temple a kiss.

I hear Dad welcoming the supposed guests they were expecting but didn't look back. “That's my beautiful daughter over there. Kehlani, come say hi.” Sighing, I turned. An extravagant looking man. “Hello, sir.” I smiled and we exchanged handshakes. “This is Mr Richard. Richard, this is my daughter, Kehlani.” Dad says joyfully. But then my jaw dropped when I saw the other person. Trevor…… My eyes widened. Hold on….This is Mr Casper? Trevor's Dad? Trevor's Dad and my Dad were childhood friends? Trevor narrowed his eyes, surprised to see me, I guess. He relaxed his body like he's at home.

But he didn’t look like he had been asking if I wanted to do it. My father stood from his desk, palms flat on the wood. “Aurora. I messaged him already. He’s expecting you tomorrow morning.” My stomach dropped to the center of the earth. Damian Blackwood. The man CEOs feared. The man who ruined entire companies before breakfast. My father’s cold, dangerous best friend. Rumored to have killed his wife—never proven, never cleared either. Everything about him radiated danger. “Daddy, you can’t be serious,” I tried.

“You know, times like this, I can't help but wonder what Kenneth would think of me as a dad” Dad said “Would he think of me as a careless, inconsiderate person or a reckless dad?” Dad blurted out in a sad tone. “Dad, who is Kenneth?”

How do I explain this to a five year old? "We used to have more. But they died. So now it's just Dad." "How did they die?" "One died protecting us. One died because he made bad choices." "Which one was my real dad?" The question I've been dreading. "Damon is your real dad. But Kieran would have loved you too. Been a dad to you if he'd lived." "What about the bad one?" "He doesn't matter. Don't think about him." "But what if I'm like him? What if I make bad choices too?"

He was sitting on a couch with his men, his eyes were on his phone but he kept his phone aside when he saw me. "Come and sit here son," he said while pointing at the sofa in front of him. "Hello, dad how are you?" I asked as a formality because I know my dad is always good in health like Stallone. "I was good until I heard that someone killed Maxon, do you know anything about it?" he asked me "No, when all this happened? " I asked back. Maxon was my dad's most trustworthy man who was working for us for the last 12 years. To be honest I really never liked the way he works so I don't really care about it but he does.