Rick And Morty's Dad Novelas e Histórias

I huffed, “Please, tell your son that.” “You can tell him yourself. He’s on his way here,” Brittany tells me, “This is our dad, Rick.” “Nice to meet you, Rick,” I nodded at him. “Nice to meet you, Missy. I’ve heard many things about you from my son,” he smiles, popping his straw in his mouth and chewing on the end. “I’m sure none of it is true,” I rolled my eyes. I can only imagine after hearing everything he told Brittany. “I wouldn’t say that. He said you were pretty.”

My body was stiff as a rock as I watched Alpha Hunter block Alpha Carter’s Gamma soldiers, not letting them get past him. “Dad?! What are you doing—” To my surprise, Dad moved and opened the door of the car. The first thing he did was lift his hands up in surrender as Alpha Carter watched him stand alongside Alpha Hunter, who was also surprised that he turned himself to the Alpha of the Midnight Pack. Alpha Carter frowned, shocked to see Dad, “What’s the meaning of this, Xanthros Clark? Are you f*cking out of your mind?!” “It’s not what you think it is, Alpha Carter,” my Dad explained, there was anxiety in his eyes, “I was just driving Alpha Hunter to the place where he and Weston agreed.”

I had just finished my check-up and was resting in bed when they arrived. When Mom spotted my pallid complexion, tears immediately slipped from her eyes. She hastily moved to hold my hand tightly in hers. My father was the Beta of the pack. At that moment, his expression was grim as he talked to the healer, who told him that my pup and I were fine, but I needed peace and quiet to recuperate. Dad then called Walter's father, Marcus Zimmer. Throughout the call, Dad didn't say one more word than necessary as he swiftly recounted the events. I could already imagine just how ugly Marcus' expression was on the other end of the line.

Hot tears slipped free. Mom smoothed my hair. "It's okay, baby. You can cry—holding it in only makes it worse." "I don't want to," I lied, and a sob escaped anyway. Dad held me tighter and let me cry without questions, his silence a kind of shelter. Still, a thought flickered through me — if Ryatt ever crossed him, even in a nightmare, he'd be dead meat. *** It was weird that I still liked watching Cinderella. Even weirder that Dad still enjoyed it with me.

Dad muttered in utter disbelief. “RICKFORD!” My mom scowled at dad calling him out by a hard glare. “What’s the matter, Roger? Are you having a hard time fitting in?” “Is there someone bullying you?” My dad asked. “Tell me their names and I shall go to your school and teach them a fucking lesson.”

"Your dad's research was about reincarnation; and since your dad and mine are friends, that would mean we both are friends as well," He whispered to me and paused. I thought deep; why would Drake dad's and mine friends; was dad also a Werewolf?... "Was my dad one of you?" I said; I turn my eyes back to him. Drake leans away; he laughs at me; I got confused, why; and asked him about it; Drake is a little less impressed, he takes out both of his hands and said; "Kiara, if your dad is a researcher, and also a Werewolf, of cause he is,"

“Do not give him ideas! You know how crazy those boys get when they are together after a few drinks.” Dad laughed. “Boys will be boys.” Rocky stepped from the bathroom, his dark hair slicked back, and already dressed in suit pants and deep blue shirt. He nodded in my direction. “She still on one?” He motioned to Mum, and I smiled. “What do you think?” “Now, now boys. That is your Mami. She may be a little crazy, but we love her.” Dad said, smirking. “It is you lot that have sent me crazy!” Mum shouted up stairs to us. “Now hurry your asses along because we need to go.”

"This is insane. They played god with our lives, our futures, our bodies." Ryker crossed the room in two strides and pulled him close, arms wrapping around him protectively. "But it brought us together. I don't regret that for a second. Not you. Never you." Another sharp knock echoed through the apartment. This time, it was Jax's father and Ryker's mother standing there, both looking pale and exhausted, as if they hadn't slept in days. "Boys," Jax's dad started, voice heavy. "We need to talk about this."

" Nothing about his words or actions resembled those of a usual five-year-old kid. The shock had made me pass out and collapse onto the floor. I had no idea how long I lay there, but by the time I finally woke up, the sun had set. Light leaked from the master bedroom, where Caleb and Emery were enthusiastically discussing how they would renovate the house after I died. I was unconscious on the floor, yet my biological son didn't bother to check on me. He was too busy scheming to seize my home. … "Enough, Dad," Caleb cut in. "That's all in the past, so why do you have to keep dragging it up, especially in front of such a large crowd? How is Nicky supposed to face his classmates and teachers f

Most parents wanted to talk about their kids but Lily’s dad seemed not to want to talk to her at all. Just when she was losing hope of seeing him, the sound of a motorcycle shook the building. She watched the man getting off the huge black Harley looked like something from a bad dream. He was tall and wide, he walked with a lot of confidence, his dark hair was pulled back, and even from far away, she could see the tattoos on his arms like sleeves. "Are you the teacher?" His voice was rough as he approached which made her want to step back. "Ms. Vance," she said. She put her hand out with a fake smile. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Miller. Please, have a seat."