Sing Johnny Dad Novels & Stories

Jonathan ran into his arms as he happily took him in his embrace. "Did you miss dada?" he said while throwing him in the air slightly. Jonathan's giggle echoed the roam as he hugged him as soon as he landed in his arms again. They both lost in their chit-chat. Jonathan began to describe his achievements to John as he patiently listened to his every word. This father-son relationship was the cutest one I have seen so far. Jonathan has always admired his dad, even when he never knew who he was. Jenny has always described his dad as the most amazing hero he can be. Jenny's love for John was indeed admirable.

''Nyt honey, I will be up in a few''. ''Goodnight Dad'' ''Goodnight Mr Jenkins '' ''You can call me Dad, son'', Mr Jenkins smiled at John before disappearing at the end of the staircase. John felt as if his heart had melted in an instant. He never had someone to call dad all his life. He mouthed dad a few times, this would need getting used to. ''You two must be famished'',Mrs Jenkins spoke as she ushered them to the kitchen,''Let me make you two sandwiches before you go to bed''.

My dad commented and I smiled “Where you like cheating?” “Really?” I retorted turning to look at John with my eyebrow raised “Will you stop interrupting her” My dad jabbed at John “Okay okay, continue pumpkin” “Okay, Dad, I-I” I stuttered while speaking and I could see how eager my dad was for my next sentence “I got kidnapped” “Excuse me?” It was John that responded, I looked at my dad,, he hadn’t said anything yet “Oh, you’re serious?” He said after a while

Once a man in a suit and tie, Dad was now disheveled, his face unshaven and dirty. I floated over to him. "Dad…" "Johnny?" When Dad saw me, he teared up. "I'm so sorry. Will you forgive me?" I nodded and smiled. "Of course, Dad." He breathed a sigh of relief. "You're very kind, Johnny."

I still don't see what. "I'm getting to it; it's not easy sharing this because it can cause a lot of people to get hurt if my dad's identity gets out." "Okay, I'll bite; who is your dad?" "Hayden St. John." "Hay...the senator Hayden St. John? You do know he's black, right?" She just looked up at me, and fuck if I didn't see it.

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

"Dad is home" Fucking fantastic!

"Kellen, will you please come back? Dad won't pressure you anymore. I'll never say 'don't embarrass me' again. I'll never say 'laughed at' again.” "Whatever you want to do, Dad will let you. Just please come back." I floated in the room and watched him. An ache spread through me, but no tears came. Once you were gone, even crying was something you could no longer do. I thought about when I was little, when Dad was still different. Back then, he carved small wooden toy guns for me with a smile on his face. He picked out the best pieces of pot roast and placed them in my bowl. When I fell, he scooped me up and blew on the scrape while he told me it was fine.

I quickly floated in front of him and shouted, “Dad, don’t. You’ll go to jail.” Maybe it was my imagination, but Dad froze for a second. Then he looked around the room and threw the fruit knife he had just picked up onto the floor. He collapsed and sobbed, murmuring my name over and over. “Calvin. Calvin.” I didn’t answer him. I only sat down beside him. Slowly, Dad seemed to go numb. He sat there in a daze for another entire night. The next day, he forced himself to pull together. He used every connection he had to gather evidence of Lucy’s affair.