Our Father Who Art In Heaven Novels & Stories

Please, please take me to him. Ava flies out the open back door, soaring into the skies and I finally see Father sitting in his armchair, staring out at the empty yard. Thank you, thank you! A cool current of blessed relief flows through my nerves and I sink to my knees. “Father…” I sob, crawling over to him and wrapping my arms around his frail thin neck. Father's back is hunched, his once strong frame frail and his face is wrinkled with age. He turns to me, his once bright green eyes clouded with confusion, unable to focus.

“I’ll give you the justice your father died for.” Behind us, the terminal screen gave a final, soft hum as the recording reached its absolute end. My father’s image began to fade into static, but his final words resonated through the cold metal vault, echoing in the quiet air like a blessing from the past. “I love you, my sweet girl,” Arthur’s voice murmured as the screen went completely dark. “And if Maximilian is still guarding your life ... trust him."

A highway pursuit of a fugitive ended in a crash. I was rushed to the hospital alongside a death-row convict. "The patient's left chest cavity has been pierced by rebar. He needs emergency surgery immediately. Get his family on the line!" I did not want my mother, who was thousands of miles away, to worry. I forced myself to stay conscious and prepared to sign the consent form on my own. Yet the deputy chief of the military hospital snatched the form out of my hands. He ordered the staff to wheel me out of the operating room by force, all so they could treat the barely scratched convict instead. "Save him first. He has a clotting disorder. If the bleeding isn't stopped now, it'll be fata

My father had a PhD in AI, and he built me an AI little sister named Ava. He said she could see through every lie I told, so I could forget about pretending to be sick to get out of school. From that day on, every time I said I didn't feel well, my father asked Ava first. If she flagged what I said as a lie, it didn't matter whether I was telling the truth. All I got was a cold look from him and hours locked in a room. I argued. I fought it. But my father would just look at me as if I were a failed experiment. "I built Ava myself. The system doesn't make mistakes. You do." On Halloween, for the first time ever, my father took Ava and me to an amusement park. The Zombie Drop Tower stood right

He ran to the Alpha King, who stood to his feet as he hugged him. "I'm going to be a father, dad, a father," he cried out, and I stood there watching their interaction. "I'm happy, son. I'm happy for you," he said, his hands on his shoulders. Then he spared one look at me before he looked away, my heart beating heavily. I did my best not to stare into his eyes for too long; if I did, he would know. He would see into the depth of my soul, and he would know who I was.

Theo tried to negotiate staying longer, but the tone in his father’s voice left no room for argument. “I have to go,” he told me afterward, holding me close on the bed, his naked body still warm against mine. His fingers traced soothing patterns on my bare hip as I curled into his chest, fighting back tears. “Just a few days, baby. I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.” I nodded against his skin, inhaling his scent like I could memorize it. “I know. It’s just… these past days have been perfect. I don’t want to go back to pretending all the time.”

"This is the report for Lia's paternity test. Lia is my biological daughter." Everyone in the banquet hall was stunned before discussions erupted. I was equally stunned. So… That was the truth. Matteo truly was my father. In my last life, he had avenged my mother and me because we were his family. Matteo took out a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Vincenzo's wrists. "You spread lies about the heir of the Rossi family and harmed Don Rossi's daughter and granddaughter. Take him to the cells where he will be punished for his transgression."

That was not an answer. “How old?” I pressed. “He is thirty years your senior." I turned away. I was only nineteen. I closed my eyes. “I have met him,” my father added quickly. “He is stern, yes. Reserved. But not cruel. He has lost his wife. He needs someone gentle in that house.” Someone gentle. . “Does he know why?” I asked before I could stop myself. My father frowned. “Why what?” “Why I would agree.”His gaze sharpened slightly.

"There. Satisfied?" "Impressive," he said, his voice a low, smooth baritone that somehow cut right through the loud music. "But you still look like you’re running from something." If only you knew. Tomorrow, the lawyers would read my father’s final will. Tomorrow, my stepmother would try every trick in the book to keep me under her thumb. But that was tomorrow's problem. Tonight, I wanted to be reckless. I wanted to feel alive. "Maybe I am," I said, leaning an inch closer. The scent of him hit me then—something dark, woody, and expensive. "Are you going to stop me?"

That tiny shift in his expression when he sees me standing beside Austin. Recognition. Shock. Something darker right underneath it. Then it disappears instantly behind cold professionalism. Austin’s arm tightens lightly around my waist while completely oblivious to the fact that the room suddenly feels like it’s collapsing around me. Dad smiles easily. “Sandra, this is Kelvin Clayton.” Kelvin. Clayton. My blood runs cold. Austin’s father. Oh my God. The room suddenly feels too warm. Too small. I can barely hear anything over the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.