Letter Your Father Novels & Stories

This letter bore my father's official seal, which heightened my curiosity and apprehension as I carefully opened it, unsure of what awaited me within. Dear Freda, I am not satisfied with your progress in developing a relationship with Troy. I have given you enough time to get to know him and to grow fond of him, but I have seen no signs of progress. As a father, I am concerned that you are not taking your future seriously. Your actions reflect poorly on our family, and I am extremely displeased. If you do not change your attitude, I will be forced to reconsider your place in the family. This is not a threat, but a promise. Please take this letter seriously, and consider your future actions c

He has written a new letter now to replace the old, something for Alaska in case the worst does happen. From a young age, his father made them write a new letter every six months, like a diary of sorts, everything you would want to tell your loved ones if the worst was to happen, final thoughts, a eulogy of sorts. He didn’t understand the importance of such a thing. Being young, he considered himself invincible. While he knew that the werewolf world was vicious, he had never put much thought into something so massive happening. The last round of letters before it all went down was only finally finished two weeks before his father's death and that is only after a great deal of nagging from hi

I clearly tried to relive those days, to remember the man who bears the name on the letter. My father was a lovely person, he would invite friends over and they would have late-night conversations over glasses of whiskey, laughter echoing through our home during festive gatherings, and the unwavering support they had provided each other throughout their professional endeavours. Alex's eyes gleamed with curiosity as he waited for me to share what I had discovered. With a sigh, I looked up at him and said, "It's a letter from my father to his business partner and our family friend. It's been a long time since I actually saw him visit us after my tenth or eleventh year birthday."

“You should focus on your kingdom-” “Besides,” Father continues with another grape. I think you could use the experience.” “That, Well-” It is true. But that only makes me want to refute Father all the more. “Papa, it’s too far-” I don’t feel right to have him travel the distance. “We can just correspond by mail-” “Mail,” Father laughs, popping a grape in my mouth.”You are one to bring up letters.” “Sorry?” I don’t know what he means, but Father shakes his head to dismiss it.

"That's what I'm trying to do." "Then keep trying." I nodded. Liam slapped my shoulder. "Now go home. Shower. You smell like a locker room." I almost smiled. Almost. That night, I wrote another letter. Not to Maya. To my father. I didn't send it. I just wrote it. To get the words out. Dad, I know you don't approve of me. You never have. Not really. You tolerated me. You pushed me. But you never saw me.

I saved a copy of the letter on my laptop in a hidden file and sent one to my family attorney. I'm so sorry, my love, for not telling you all of this sooner. If you want to have a relationship with your father, please talk to him. He is a sweet man and will understand if you don't want anything to do with his family business. I hope that, above all, you find love and happiness. You are an amazing young lady, and I know you will do incredible things with your life. I love you so much. Love, Mom

A boring morning filled with a surprising email. From Father. Sweet Khloe, we haven't contacted each other in years. But Father knows that you still love Father. Gosh, what selfish contents of that letter. The older man always wanted to win alone. I then continued reading emails from him, a little annoyed and curious. Father is sick right now and Father's time is not long. Please, you come home. I'm sorry. Am I sorry? Okay. Finally, the older man softened after what I said and what he did that night.

And I've regretted it every day since. *I'm not telling you this to make you hate your father. I'm telling you because you deserve to know the truth. And because I hope—I hope you'll be better than us. Kinder. Braver.* *Don't let the past define you, my son. Don't let the sins of your father become your own.* *I love you. I've always loved you. And I'm so proud of the man you're becoming.* *Forever yours,* *Mom* --- Ella read the letter twice.

He remembered it clearly that it wasn’t there some time ago when he went to look out from the window. He moved the paper near the lamp and started reading it in its dim light. The letter was poorly scribbled with some hieroglyphic sandwiched in the paragraphs. He tried to read it: “My beloved son, I am overwhelmed to see your progress and growth. I am proud of seeing you from the heavens. The way you will be taking your responsibilities, sharing the burden of your father in organizing the pack, protecting them, and providing them with the best.

I recognized it instantly - my father. The letter read: Cara, You think you’re free, but the past is patient. I will see you soon. No signature.