Quotes For Dead Father Novels & Stories

I still couldn't get what he means. "Someone wants you dead," he said almost whispering. "They wants you dead just like what they did to your father," mahinang sambit niya habang diretsong nakatingin sa akin mga mata. "W-what do you—" The moment I digested what he just said, my body went cold. My mind went blank. I lost my strength. My whole system stopped from functioning. My world stops moving. Agad na lumuwag ang kapit ko sa braso niya habang siya naman ay mas lalong hinigpitan ang pagkayapos sa 'kin. Walang salita ang gustong mamutawi sa aking bibig.

"Your father Anton killed my wife, Creya. Sa tingin ko, tama lang na bawiin ng isang buhay ang isang buhay na nawala. You aspire to become a doctor to save lives but your father took one." Umigting ang panga ko sa narinig. "My father didn't kill anyone!" "He already did, how foolish can you be? When I spoke with you yesterday, hearing you talk rubbish how happy you are with your family. Gusto kong sumabog sa galit dahil paano n'yong nagagawang maging masaya habang ako ay nawalan ng asawa at anak."

Nakangiti ito sa kanya at kahit paano, gumaan ang pakiramdam niya. “Your memories will live on,” basa niya sa quote na nakasulat sa epitaph ng ama. “Yes. You might be gone but I won't forget you, Papa Damon. Gusto mo ba talaga akong umalis sa HQ? Gusto mo akong mamuhay na simple? Ganoon ang gagawin ko, Papa. I know, hindi mo ako ipapahamak. Mahal na mahal kita, Papa. Maraming salamat sa lahat.”

Madali lang sa kaniya ang pumatay at ang katulad kong alipin nila ay walang saysay ang buhay. "It was there fault in the first place... Dad just took what they took from him." Sagot nito habang nakatitig pa rin sa akin. "Yes, your Dad took my parents life... Were their lives his in the first place? NOT!" hindi ko napigilan ang pagtaas ng aking boses habang ramdam ko ang pag-iinit ng aking mga mata. Huli na nang mapansin kong tumutulo na ang aking mga luha at tuluyan na ngang sumabog ang aking emosyon. "If you want to kill me for talking back at you now, then do it!... If you think na natatakot ako sa kamatayan, hindi... Honestly, I've been waiting for it to happen... 'Cause I despise living

"Don't think about it, love. It was all in the past now." "Ano nalang ang magiging reaksiyon ng father mo kapag nalaman niya ang ginawa ng mga kapatid ko," tanong niya kay Nick na puno ng pag-aalala "He's dead." "Oh!" She didn't know his father was dead. "I'm sorry.'

Iba tuloy ang kaniyang naiisip dahil sa word na subo. "Hmm, just like my dead father," parang wala lang na wika ni Lucas. Natawa na lang siya dahil sa sobrang bitter ng boses ng lalaki. Naiintindihan naman niya ang ugali nito. Maging siya ay galit sa pala ni Lucas. Mabuti na lang talaga at patay na iyon. Speaking of Lucas' father, it was still vague as to who really killed his father. When she asked him that day if he really killed his father, he didn't answer.

He's been silent all this time. They all lifted their glasses, hoping to make a cheer. "Cheers to Sari's freedom?" it was Mel. "Freedom? Cheers to her hopefully changing her mind." Stacy turned to me. "Cheers to life and to friendship." Travis tried to sound cheerful. I smirked at each one of them, "How about you J? Anything you'd like to cheer for me?" "I don't know. Why don't you tell us." "Yeah, why not." I lifted my glass and sighed, "Cheers to life. Cheers to my freedom, and cheers to my dead Father."

As I observed my wretched father suffer, I felt no sympathy, remorse, or even sadness. I took a stick of my favorite cigarettes, lit it, and approached my dying father. “Heroin. The wine you consumed was laced with heroin from the very beginning, ever since it arrived here. You urged me to eliminate my weakness from my life, and that's exactly what I'm doing now, father. I am removing you from my life once and for all.” Father attempted to grab me, but his hand fell limp swiftly, and he passed away completely. "Ano na ang magiging sunod na hakbang, Mr. Levine?" Knox asked me.

I said in sarcasm. Napaigtim panga naman si Daddy sa sinabi ko. “Ah, baka kasi kapag namatay ako e hindi mo makuha lahat ng mga yaman na pinamana sa akin ng ina ko.” Napatawa ako muli sa kanya. “Wala kayong mahihithit sa akin dad,” iling-iling na sabi ko sa kanila. “Baka nakakalimutan mong anak daw ako ng demonyo tulad ng sabi ni Tita Fiona. And guess what? Demon don’t die dad.” I laugh once again. A devilishly laugh that echoed throughout the mansion.

Do I belong here? Do I have a right to live here? I'm supposed to be dead. My father sacrificed his life for me. "I should be dead. Patay na dapat ako kung hindi lang ginawa yon ni Dad. Hindi niya na dapat pa ginawa yon!" He shouldn't have done that! Kung hindi ginawa 'yon ni Dad ay malamang buhay pa siya. Baka mayroon pang paraan noon para hindi humantong sa ganoon ang mangyari.