My Father's World Reviews Novels & Stories

They know they couldn’t win a battle with us. I don’t want my life to devolve into political talks, alliance agreements, and werewolf debates. That doesn’t sound fun at all. My father snorts and taps his finger on the desk. “That isn’t what my reports say. They all say you have explored most of the world with only a little left. Don’t you think it is your mother and my turn now? Or do you want me to reign until I die?” His voice turns cold with his last question.

Because I didn’t have one. Or maybe I did… and I just didn’t want to say it out loud. My father let out a quiet, frustrated breath. “He’s not a good man.” “You don’t know him.” “I know enough.” “You know a case file,” I shot back. “That’s not the same thing.” “I know what kind of world he operates in.” “And what about yours?” I challenged. “You deal with criminals every day. Does that make you one?” “That’s not the same.”

His father turned his gaze to Ezra. “Ezra, you cannot claim ownership of this child, I’m sure his father must be alive.” He said. “I know father, but I can at least take care of him until we discover the way to the other world,” Ezra said this made me confused, other world? What were they speaking about, this was all so weird. “Okay, my son.” His father had his eyes on me, he immediately removed them. “You may all leave!” His father said and I was quick to turn around, I was in no way in for any of this drama, the old man seemed weird and crazy.

She burst into hysterical laughter. "I'm a monster! An absolute monster! My own son is dead, and not even his ashes remain! I treated such an evil man like an angel. I doubted my own son, and I believed an outsider instead…" Guilt and overwhelming regret swallowed her whole. As she turned around, she suddenly saw Cassadee walking over with a smile. "Mom! Mom, what are you doing here? Dad's been trying to call you." Like a lifeless puppet, she followed Cassadee back to Hunter's hospital room. There, she stared intently at the father and daughter.

It’s Liam’s voice, but it’s inside my head. "I ended the simulation," I say. "And now..." I walk toward my father. "Now I’m going to end you." I raise my hand. And I see the truth. My father’s face isn't real. It’s a mask. I reach out. I pull it off. And underneath... There’s nothing. Just wires. And code. "What is this?" I whisper. "This is the world," he says. "A hollow shell." "And you’re the only thing that’s real."

Contempt. “My relationship with your father is not something I leverage with party favors,” he says. “If I wanted Vince to owe me, it wouldn’t be for walking his careless daughter to the car.” Her cheeks burn. “Careless—” “Reckless. Unprepared. Arrogant,” he counts off, unbothered. “Talented—but not enough to survive a room like that alone.” White-hot anger flares. “You don’t get to call me—”

Vincent asked. “Sorry for what?” I said, resting a hand on my still-flat stomach. “He made his bed. Now he has to lie in it.” “You’re right.” Vincent leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “The past is past. We have to look forward now.” I closed my eyes, feeling the warm Mediterranean sun. In my heart, I spoke to the sky. Dad, you can rest easy now. Your daughter is happy. A gentle breeze rustled through the olive groves, as if my father was answering me from beyond. And here, on this ancient land, a new chapter for the Moretti family was just beginning.

“Welcome home.” The formality was deliberate. A wall between us. “Dom’s been keeping me company in your absence,” my father said, oblivious to the tension crackling between hid righthand man and his daughter. “Don’t know what I would’ve done without him these past couple years. Best friend a man could ask for.” The words landed like a physical blow. Best friend. As if I needed the reminder of exactly how wrong this was. “That’s wonderful,” I managed. “I’m glad you have each other.”

“Are you crazy? Oh, my god, I feel like I'm talking to two toddlers right now!” “Look, you said it yourself, your father has more manpower than I do but he can't fight a war on two fronts. If I publicly besmirch his image, no judge in their right mind, no matter how much he's paid them, would allow a kid to stay with him.” I explained, trying to get her on my side.

He was setting me up against an innocent person. Hell, mum dodged a bullet by leaving him. How could he say things about her, when she was no more. Who is this man? My father? No more. “When I was wrapping my mind around a few shitting, false evidence you made that- strange man gave me about Dr. Patrick Vanner. I found your- shit.” His eyes flicked from the video to my face, he narrowed his eyes at me. “Language, kid. I am your father.”