My Father's World Reviews Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Because I know everything. Because I've been watching you. Because I have people everywhere." "Then you know we don't have a choice." "You always have a choice." A pause. "Turn around. Come to me instead. I'll give you what the FBI can't." "What's that?" "The truth about your father. The real truth. Not the one Margaret told you. Not the one Viktor told you. The one only I know." "My father is dead." "Your father is Elias Hart." Another pause. "But your mother had other lovers. Other men. Other possibilities."

She pales in comparison to my mother, which is the main reason I don’t understand what my father sees in her. I heard my friends, Jake and Leon, chuckle behind me as I watched my father lead Maeve out through the front door with his hand crossed on her shoulder. It was unbelievable. With each second that passed, my friends’ laughter became more annoying and clearly taunting. “Your father sure has taste…” “Your ex is going to become your stepmother…” They laughed. Angry, I kicked the cushion beside me and screamed, “Get the hell out of my house now! All of you!”

My father asks as he drinks his water smiling ear to ear despite the fact that they've done nothing but talk about his photography tour for the last hour. “South Africa. They have beautiful resorts there and I have been offered a very good contract to capture some moments” Matteo replies as he pushes his plate aside. “Really nice. I have been to South Africa before and it is an amazing, beautiful country, and even more beautiful scenery. We should visit sometime, I miss the food” my father basically rants on and on. “We definitely should, it would be amazing” Matteo laughs. “I really am proud of you son, it brings joy to my heart honestly” father taps his shoulder and smiles.

“You’re not being strong, Dante. You’re being cruel. You’re…” “Maybe Father wasn’t the villain after all.” His words stop me cold. For a second, I can’t breathe. “We both know that’s not true,” I whisper. “His ruthlessness destroyed us. His…” He finally looks at me, eyes like frost. “Maybe destruction is the only thing that keeps the world in order.” The chill that runs through me isn’t just fear. It’s heartbreak. The man standing before me isn’t my brother anymore. He’s our father’s son.

His voice was dripping with seduction, his brown eyes darkened as he leaned in closer. “Your dad is hitting on me too,” I blurted out, nearly choking on my waffle and he stopped. Good. This was good. “Don’t you think that it’s gross that father and son are hitting on the same woman?” I watched my words sink in. The lust on his face dimmed, and his face went blank for a few seconds, but to my dismay, it came back, stronger than ever. “I guess he sees your appeal too,” he said darkly, as he grabbed my face and held it in place. “You are a tough one, Enny. It makes getting you all the more interesting and even more so, now that my old man is in the mix.–”

“It's fine, I understand. Being a CEO of a company can be stressful. I'm thinking we could all spend time together. Maybe dinner?” “I would love that, Austin.” “Good, text me when you are ready, I will come over to pick you up.” “Alright I will, tell the girls I will see them soon. I stepped into the house and I was greeted by the familiar Scent of my father's office. He was standing by the living room window with his phone in hand. “Dad?” I called out softly, stepping into the living room. My father turned around, his sharp features softening as he set his eyes on me. ”You are home. I talked to Micheal and he said there seem to be errors in the proposal.”

"It’s okay to miss him, even if he was a terrible person." He’s right. I know he’s right, but it still feels wrong to admit that I miss my father, even just a little. The man did monstrous things, but a part of me still longs for the person who adored me, even if that part of him was buried under layers of violence and cruelty.

I grin at how foul Senator Zamora’s face is before walking out. This day has been very satisfying and I know I will have the greatest day ahead. ◉ ◉ ◉ ◉ ◉ ◉ ◉ ◉ ◉ ◉ My father is an amazing father and it was such a pity that his amazingness of being a father does not reflect to him as being an amazing politician. He is too good for the world. He is so kind-hearted that everyone already knows that he will not go far. He is too righteous for this field of treacherous politics. He is an amazing man who has great visions, but it will never be enough if one does not have the guts of being a real politician.

" My boy, you really have to pull yourself together. The fact that your father left us doesn't mean that the world has come to an end", our housekeeper, Ma Erica said as she walked into my room and saw me crying myself to death. A lot had happened in just a few days; I had lost my father, spent a good amount of time in jail, and also sustained injuries that almost left my face scarred, my signature fine face.

I gritted, my hand turning into a fist on my lap. My dad cleared his throat but my eyes didn't wander from his expressionless face, every emotion hidden behind his handsome poker face...like what the fuck...I did not just say he was attractive!?? "Sean is a doctor that was transferred here for an operation for two months. He wanted to live in a hotel but I insisted he lives here with us, which is more homely till he's done with his work" My dad clarified. "Where is he from?" I asked again, my eyes never for leaving his face as my eyes trailed his sharp jawline...where I was, thinking mine were sharp, he's were ten times sharper and more attrac__hell no! I did not just think that!