روايات وقصص ضمن My Father's World Reviews

My dad said, looking at my father lovingly. "I can't wait to show you the world, my love." My father said, looking at my dad with so much love in his eyes as he reached up and caressed his cheek. My dad's smile grew as he leaned into my father's hand. I know my dad's excited. They plan on traveling. My father wants to show my dad the world, literally. He wants to show him all the places he's never seen, which is a lot since my dad had a very rough life before he met my father.

"Just like that. So you will know your father isn't a good man. I could rot in jail you know. So I don't want you to have any regret meeting me. It should be a mutual feeling." If I said his words didn't hit me I would be lying. I didn't know whether I should hate him or have a soft spot for him. What I was feeling was neutral. I can't seem to figure out whether he was really a bad person or what life turned him into. He leaned over the counter. "Listen Alessia, live your life to the fullest. Don't ever allow the harsh reality of the world to chain you down. Live for yourself and not for the world. This is my first and last advice to you as your father because obviously there won't be a seco

“You’re telling me what I can and can’t do.” “Yes I am. You aren’t denying that you would kill him, so clearly that’s a real option. I know what you do for a living. I understand it, even if you don’t want me to. I get it, and I need you to please listen to me on this one and let him be. He doesn’t deserve this.” “You have no idea what you’re getting in the middle of,” my father told me. “This world is a lot scarier than you understand.”

Their father. My father was the worst man to have ever lived. I still hold on to that until now. He’s barely human. Every time I see him take someone’s life like he’s God, without even flinching nor batting an eye, my impression of him—and the world—worsens. However, I was a hopeful little kid, so I thought: Maybe it’s just where I was raised. Maybe it was different in the other places of the world. But once I reached adulthood and roamed around the world; I was once again let down by the humans. Cruelty was everywhere.

Her father's last word came running to her mind “ This world is full of cheaters . Don't you fear , there is also good in here . You will see a lot of cheaters in your life , don't shed tear for them , make yourself stronger and move from them . Make them realize how strong you are while searching for the good ...” When her father uttered those words , she was confused of its meaning . Now , she is understanding the meaning behind her Father’s words . She wondered whether her Father knew his son was the biggest cheater who not only cheated his morals but the life of 2 innocent people ; Aliyah and their unborn child . She sighed realizing her cheeks got wet on her memory with father . She was

Although it’s after he said those words that he realized he wasn’t that close to her anymore after ages, and does he even expect her to tell him if there was something going on like that? And for some reason, he also can’t help wondering if there was any sense behind all of it, because even though Adrian had a hidden agenda he was trying to accomplish, he shouldn’t be doing things the way he was. Yes, his father did call this part of their rules irrelevant, inconvenient to the people, and a sort of discrimination. He also said he wanted the two worlds to collide as friends, not as superiors over the other world. But still, his father never stepped foot into the ordinary human land, not even

"I... a m... s o r r y. I.. a m... s u c h... a... u s e l e s s .. f a t h e r. I... c o u l d... n o t... e v e n... p r o t e c t... y o u." The man felt ashamed while Summer tried to smile. "You are not. You are the best father in the world." She hugged her father back while pushing back her tears. She was never scolded rather having slapped across the face. "This world is not for people like us. Sometimes,I wonder if I could be a little brave. But ..." He looked at Summer. He never wanted to do anything bad because he had a daughter.

"You are not weird. Don't say stuff like that. Fine. Your father was Lord in his realm." "Realm? Lord? What are you talking about?" Adonis demanded. "You see, there are different realms in this world and your father is from one of them. He isn't human, even though he looks like one. His skin is cold and everything he touches has a taste of death. He was death himself." Adonis scrunched his face at his mother's explanation. Was she saying his father was a monster?

Now he was definitely going to make good of his threat of sending me off to a monastery in Appalachia. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the roar. Waiting for the scream of “My the good lord have mercy! after he read through the graphic descriptions, the comments about Damian’s cock, the filth I’d poured my soul into. Click. The hum of the fan started up. The screen glowed. I waited. One second. Five. Ten. “Impressive,” my father said, his voice dropping the edge of suspicion. What? My eyes flew open to see him nodding his approval as he stared at the monitor.

Because she's right, and I'm not sure I can do what she's asking. My father appears from the shadows where he's been watching the training. He steps toward me and pulls me into an embrace. "You can do this," my father says. "You've always been stronger than you thought. Even when you were human." "What if I can't?" I ask. "Then Adrian and I will burn the world down," my father says simply. "We'll burn it so bright that Kael and the Council will regret they ever came for you." Adrian's arm tightens around my waist. Through the bond, I feel his agreement, his commitment, his absolute refusal to accept a world where I don't survive.