Nate Jacobs Dad Novels & Stories

Jake asked as they sat on a crooked bench at a dark corner Nate took a deep breath. “I need to see you about my father” Jake sighed as he took a puff at his cigarette. His teeth were yellow from years of smoking but he didn’t care. “Mr Wesley was a good man, you definitely took after him” Jake commented. “He always wanted to expand your company just like you’re doing now. He would be so proud of you” Nate smiled sadly as he watched Jake pull at his cigar again. His hands were rough and had so many scars on them. Everyone he had spoken to about his father had positive things to say about him. They talked about how passionate and goal driven he was.

Theo would remember that feeling for the rest of his life. Benjamin handed him a drink and Theo accepted it gratefully. He had not slept for last 70 hours. His eyes were droopy now. “So, what’s next?” When Theodore’s father asked him so, he looked at him with a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?” His father and Benjamin exchanged a glance before Jonathan Gilbert turned to his son. “Jacobs is gone. Natalie is free. Aren’t you going to make a move? Aren’t you going to claim the girl you are crazy for and were ready to give up everything?”

Lincoln lets out a sarcastic laugh. “You don’t care about her!” Lincoln snarls. “You only care about beating me. You’ve always taken everything away from me! The family I was supposed to have…my father…my mom should’ve been married to him! I should’ve been Lincoln Jacobs, the heir to the Jacobs’ hospital and business. It was my destiny.” “If you want it, you can have it!” Nathan challenges him. “Go ahead. Tell everyone that you’re the other son of Daniel Jacobs. Go and break it to the school! Confront our ‘father’ and find out for yourself if he truly wants you!”

Nathan stared intently at the man emerging from the darkness. A man around Jacob Reeves' age, wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. "Why did you come all the way here, Dad? I told you not to come near me," Nathan said, clenching his jaw. "So that the woman you adore doesn't find out that you're the son of an FBI director? What's the big deal? Her husband is far below me." "But he's far richer than you. He could even buy your position along with all your assets," Nathan retorted.

Jordan sniggered. I glared at Jordan as I said, “Actually, I know for a fact that Nathan’s Dad is busting his ass trying to get home after getting robbed in New York. I became friends with Tiernan O’Connor after he saved my ass in New York, and he always talks about his family.” “You know my father?” I heard another boy asking, and I looked up to see Nathan standing a few feet away, staring at me.

“Mom and Thomas came. They’ll be staying at Luke’s. Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t text you. What’s going on?” “I fought with Nate.” “Why?” I glanced at Nate from afar; he was laughing like an idiot as if nothing had happened. I sometimes wondered if he was still the friend I used to know. “What’s going on with him now?” She sighed, and she looked like she was about to cry again. “He said it’s about his dad. His dad’s condition is critical, and he’s easily upset about something. I thought we already talked about it and decided to tell his father his plan, but I think there’s something else.”

"Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years." That person froze. The entire office fell dead silent. The teacher looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, but she ultimately kept it to herself and placed my withdrawal application at the corner of her desk. I turned on my heel and left the office. The school corridor stretched out ahead of me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, creating a checkered pattern of light and dark across the linoleum floor. When I walked past the Wall of Fame, I caught the photograph prominently displayed in the center. My father, Ian Smith, stood to one side while his stepso

"What's wrong with you? Don't you know it's Christmas Eve? You think you can just show up here and cause trouble? What, that pretty boy dumped you, and now you're back for money?" Mom rushed to the table, bracing herself against it. Her fingernails dug into the wood as her knuckles turned white. "I'm asking you—where is Julian? It's snowing so hard, and the news said the mountain roads are closed! Where did you take him?" Dad lifted his glass and took a small sip, his gaze dripping with contempt. "He's in training—real man training. What's the matter? You feeling sorry for him now? If you hadn't spoiled him rotten back then, turning him into a useless kid who can't lift a thing, would I have

I didn't understand anything about him Me: Mom, how Dad left us, I'm not following you Mom: (weeps)😖😭😭your father had an accident, he didn't survive, he died immediately What she was saying didn't sound in my head, my father? She's joking I think Me: Mom stops joking, I had dad on the phone not long ago, he told me that he loves me and that he is proud of me and that he loves you too. So what you say makes no sense