Letter Your Father Novels & Stories

If you are reading this letter now that means I’m no longer in this world anymore. Seeing how you have grown up you don't even need your father anymore. Makes me happy how self-dependent you have become. First I wanted to apologize for everything this old man has done to you. At the very last moment, I’m regretting it too much. I wanted to tell you many things in person.

I said slowly. ‎ ‎"No," Calla agreed. The script is Guardian. Written by someone who knew the notation system from use, not from study. Someone who lived inside that world rather than someone who learned about it afterward, the way I did." ‎ ‎The implication settled with full weight and I did not need anyone to spell it out further. This letter had been written by my father. Written by someone who had expected, even hoped I might find it someday. Written by someone who knew, when he wrote it, that he would not be there to give it to me himself.

“Most precious Melanie, I wish I knew how to start a letter, I almost didn’t, and that is ironic considering I write for a living. Anyway, I am sorry to have done this to you, unfortunately, being in your presence makes me forget all of the terrible things my father did to me, I want to forgive him and move on when I am with you, forget being a priest and be fully and utterly yours, but how can I? He deserves to roll in his grave forever when he sees me using his hard earned wealth, I cannot have him laughing at me forever.

The calls led back to Dallas, to the men in suits who I knew had the money to help my father be comfortable. Dallas had sounded elated when Jimmy introduced me. He claimed he’d always wanted a daughter in the family, and my heart sped up at the idea of belonging. Maybe it was where I was supposed to be if my father passed away. Maybe everything would be fine. The first letter came a few days after that call. This will be my first and last letter. Jared and Jimmy are not good people. Don’t surround yourself with trash or you’ll start to smell just as it does.

"A father making appeals for his son. Explaining how he's changed. Asking you to give him another chance." "Yes." "That's not why I wrote the letter." "Then why did you?" "Because I'm dying and I wanted to meet you before I run out of time to meet people who matter." "I matter?" "You've been living in my son's head for three years. That makes you matter whether you want to or not. I'm way too curious to let it slide.” The coffee arrived, and I took a sip. "Does Adrian know you wrote that letter?" I asked.

How come Ethan has a letter to me from my father? “Dear My Lisa…” I began reading out loud. ‘If you are reading this then your mother and I are probably long gone from this world. Your mother and I decided to write you this letter so that we can congratulate you on one of the most important days of your life, your wedding day. We wish with all our hearts that you will be smiling as a happy bride on this memorable day while standing proudly next to the love of your life. Although we may not be with you, we hope that you know that your mother and father love you so very much.

“I know this letter has already been found by now. I'm such an oldie, you know? I mean, who sends letters these days? But I felt the need to write it for you, my girl. You’re so strong, you know. I might be your dad, but I admire you greatly. I know what you endured for me, even the things you didn’t say out loud. I appreciate every single one.

He said, handing a letter over to me. “Shit," I cursed under my breath; I forgot today was the weekend when Nikky, Ricky, and Dikky send their letter. “Thank You," I said, snatching the letter from his hand and shutting my door, not wanting to hear anything from him. I ripped the letter open to read my children's letter, and a smile crept to the corners of my lips. It read; “Mum I miss you, heal Burke's father and come home soon,"

I hope to greet you in person soon, Yours truly, Don Vittario Di Santoro - (hopefully) your father-in-law' I stared at the letter with slightly parted lips for just a few moments longer before my gaze darted to my mother's face. Since I was a child, my parents have spoken about the importance of the mate bond and how it was the best thing to ever happen to them. No wonder she was so guilt-ridden about presenting this letter to me. "Relax, mother", I said softly, sighing as I placed the letter down.

Like my father once told me when I was going through my own trials, ‘Just keep doing the things you know you’re supposed to do, and you’ll be fine. So, I leave this to you, my son. I am proud to be your father and proud that you were the one to succeed me. Your sister saw something in you as Alpha that I am ashamed to say took me a while to see, but I will never forget it. You were born to lead, and lead you will. I am excited about what lies ahead for you, and I know it will be wonderful. With much love, Your Father. I held the letter in my hand as tears fell down my face. I never knew how much I really needed my father’s words. The man knew how to say just the right thing. Things might hav