Sing Johnny Dad Novels & Stories

I put a smile on my face to look nice. “Mr. Sanchez, these are my wife and daughter.” Dad introduced. Mr. Sanchez must be in his 40’s or 50’s. He’s tall and has an average body for his age. He shook my mom’s hand and patted me on the head. I was weirded out with that. He’s not the CEO for sure since he is not Mr. Buenaventura. Another three men entered our house, all of them seemed like they were the same age as my dad. I greeted them politely and they all responded with a smile.

After all, the higher she stood, the harder she would fall. Once class was over, I rushed home. “Mom. What’s going on? Why is Janice Dad’s illegitimate daughter?” I did not understand. My mom settled me down and brought me a cup of water. “Calm down first, I’ll tell you what happened.” Last night, Janice had returned home with my dad. He admitted it himself that Janice was his illegitimate daughter. When my mom heard Janice’s name, she stayed calm and treated her kindly but quickly had someone run a DNA test.

That fucking bitch. “Dad, you can’t seriously be listening to her!” I blurted out. “She’s just trying to—” “Enough!” My dad’s voice boomed in my ear, silencing me. “Stop blaming everyone else for your mistakes. Grow up, Rochelle.” The line went dead before I could respond. I stood there in disbelief, staring at the phone like it had betrayed me. The world felt like it was caving in around me. My dad—my own father—had chosen her over me. I bit my lip to keep from sobbing out loud, but the tears spilled over anyway, mixing with the rain running down my face.

“No. I believe he’s probably reacting to your voice. Keep talking to him.” My attention slides back to him. “Dad…I came as soon as I heard. I am sorry I wasn’t here when you opened your eyes. But I am not leaving your side, okay? It is us against the world, right? And I can not go against the world if you are not in it. Also, also…I am working hard in my internship and I am confident that I’ll kick ass in college this fall. And did I tell you that I have a new friend? Can you believe that? Me, making friends? Jane did not even know you were my dad in the beginning, and she might have thought you are a bit egotistical, but I changed her mind and she’s totally a member of your fan club now. I

He grinned at me and started munching on the food. "Daddy, why don't I get a nanny too? I want a nanny just like aunt Amanda!!" The little Rapunzel's voice was strong and clear. "Kiddo, I am your nanny...I'm what they call a manny...tough I do have to apologize for not cooking as good as her." He said, while was still chewing on Gina's crispy wings. He picked her up to his lap and gave her the crispy wings which she happily eat out of her dad's hands.

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.

"Excuse me, I gotta go." Their visions followed Gianna until she successfully left the apartment. Alastar's heavy sigh could be heard after. "I'm really sorry for not telling you... I was supposed to call a janitor to deal with the mess but I forgot," Alastar stepped closer and hugged her tight. "You do know that it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" "Yeah... I'm busy preparing all day for it." Catherine sighed and hugged him back.

“And what about you, Miss Blake? How are you finding life back at home? Surely you spend your time with friends, yes?” Sierra smiled weakly, trying to summon the easy, innocent answers her mother would expect. “I… I spend time here, mostly. With family.” “And who keeps you company most?” the man asked, sipping his wine. The room waited. “Mostly with D……” Sierra froze. The word hung on her tongue, deadly. She caught herself, choking on air. “With… Dad and Mom.” The table chuckled at her stumble, unconcerned. Glasses clinked, conversation rolled on.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it hit like a bomb in my chest. I snapped my head up and shoved him off me. Stared him down, hoping—begging—for something. Anything. But he just looked away, eyes on the floor. Guilty as hell. I pointed at Rainee, my voice shaking. "So it's true? You married her? Then what about me? What about our baby? You're ditching your own kid to play dad to one that doesn't even know who their real father is?"