Rick And Morty's Dad Novels & Stories

Everyone in the room shot quizzical looks towards my side and it seemed like Mom’s eyes would pop out on the ground. “What the hell, Ryder ! What is that ?” Mom shrieked. “Believe me, I know him better, Zoe. Must be something really crappy just as the shit on me,” Dad X smirked. “So, what is this unheard NDTSA syndrome that you are suffering from,” he asked with an amused grin plastered on his face. I seriously love this guy and he is dead serious when he says he understands me the most. That is why, pranking him is the most victorious thing that I feel.

Apparently Ryder had walked at the same time as me. "Mr Starks—" "Professor Staks to you, Mr Summers." "Well sir, I don't think that you should bash me on my….coming late. I don't know about this mess of a nerd here." He pointed to me, "but my dad just donated a 'satisfactory' amount to your 'firm', remember?" Professor Stak’s jaw tightened, and I swear for a second he forgot how to breathe. He blinked rapidly behind his thick-rimmed glasses, as if trying to process whether Ryder had actually said what he just said.

"Honey, I know the loss of your loved ones has hit you hard, but you need to take good care of yourself, too. We still have Billy. If something happens to you, too, what will Billy and I do?" Every time he tricked me into drinking it, I would hear Dad's voice. But the so-called "predictions" from Dad? It was all just Felix—no, Malcolm—messing with my head, deliberately trying to make me believe that something supernatural had happened. Dad, Asher, Jasper, even Billy—they had all died at Malcolm's hands. He had murdered them all! I had already pieced all this together in my previous life. And I'd already called the cops after Billy died as well.

" Richard's eyes widened. He could hardly believe that such a cruel and heart-wrenching accusation had come from the mouth of the son he loved the most. After saying everything he wanted to say, Rick didn't spare Richard another glance. He turned and walked away. Richard stared at his son's retreating figure, his lips trembling as though he wanted to say something. But in the end, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed. Scott quickly caught him. "Rick! Dad fainted!" Rick, who had already reached the doorway, paused slightly when he heard Scott's shout. But he still didn't turn back. He simply walked away.

I called some friends working in the college as well as people I know, especially those familiar with my dad, so they helped me check how he’s been doing in school so far, and to be honest, I don’t think I quite like what I heard. I heard he used to be a pretty average kid, normal, having a few circles of friends, I heard he even had a crush, but he just changed, a few weeks before his parents' death. I’m guessing that’s when the attack on his pack started, I feel kinda guilty because, until his parent’s death, I had no idea what was going on in their pack, they could have asked for reinforcement goddamnit, I thought angry at how selfish his dad is. I tried to engage Rick in casual conversat

"Dad, you still keep tabs on my exes?" "Why won't I? They each gave me a reason to spend the rest of my old life in a prison cell for committing murder." Doris collapsed in a fit of laughter. "Fair enough." "So who is Max's father?" "The lawyer built like a Greek God." A smile fleeted across his lips. "Honestly, I really did like him, unlike the other scums of the earth you dated." "Dad, you didn't even meet him." "I know. But still, he was the only responsible guy you've ever been in a relationship with. And you, my love, have been in relationships with some pretty questionable people."

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

"Do you mean your boss as in Adam Rutherford, CEO of Rutherford oil and gas petroleum limited and only son of late business Tycoon Aron Rutherford?" Wow, he seems to know alot about Adam, I don't even know his father's name. And to make it worse dad seems happy all of a sudden. I am scared, as he lost his mind due to shock? Oh no, this is bad. No, I must have seen wrong, dad can't be happy. I looked at him again then realized he was looking for my response. "Y..Yes dad" I said, still unsure of what is going on "Why didn't you say so earlier?" he said, sounding happy as he walked up to Adam

I guess I’m just not sure how he’s going to react. “Ever heard of Clint Stryker?” I ask him. There’s a pause, like he’s trying to process if I really just said what he thinks I said. Then he slowly nods. “Clint Stryker the mob boss?” I nod. “Well, he’s my dad. So I can totally understand not wanting to be tied to your family business.” Keith replies with several nods of his own. I can’t tell if he’s nervous or not. If he is, he’s doing a good job of hiding it. “I’m surprised he let you and your mom leave, to be honest.”

Please tell me, son. His voice cracked at the end. I bit my lip and finally looked down at him. Me: I’m so sorry, Dad. We were gonna tell you, I promise — but we just wanted to wait till you were well recovered. He frowned at me. Rick: We? You mean you and your… mother? Your mom knows about this? Amaya knows? The neighbor knows? The internet knows? But I guess the only one who doesn’t know is your father, right? Me: Dad, it’s not like that at all, I actually—