Soul Surfer Dad Novels & Stories

I gave him a smug I-told-you-so smile. "My dad who taught me surfing said that each wave was alive, and each wave was different. Surfers have to find the wave and either get one with it or completely misjudge it and get wiped out. For him, surfing was a metaphor for life. It wasn't enough to just spot the wave and jump on, you had to join it, sometimes going where it sent you, and sometimes letting it pull you against the grain. Either way, it would take the clear mind, the calm spirit, and a vision to survive a powerful chop, and both takes courage and conviction to stay balanced on the largest and fastest waves." I explained. "Wow! That's very Zen. Your dad was a very wise man." He spoke.

he announced feeling happy Chairman Kim is my dad's friend. They work in the company together. He's the Assistant Manager of the company while dad was the owner and CEO. His name is actually Kim Seo Yung. he's half Korean and half Philippine. He lost his Only son some years back and has since hasn't left the country. "Aren't you coming back home" dad asked jolting me from my thoughts. "I can't stay in the same house with Tasha I'm sorry" I said and he suddenly felt sad.

He stared into thin air, though it looked as if he were speaking to his colleagues or perhaps someone only he could see. "I beat him to death." I didn't know exactly what happened, because the moment he shut the door earlier, a grim reaper had pulled me away. Everything afterward was relayed to me later by that grim reaper. On my final day in the mortal world, the grim reaper asked whether I wanted to go back to take one last look. I hesitated, then nodded. The next time I saw Dad, he was in prison. He seemed to have aged overnight. He sat on the narrow bed, his head tilted as he stared at the small window high on the wall. His eyes were half-closed.

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.

I called out to him in a soft, charming voice. Dad gritted his teeth, and I could see the veins throbbing in his temple. In the next second, he grabbed the small of my back. “I haven’t done anything, yet your body’s already reacting.” I heard a rustle of clothes and then felt something scorching hot land against my belly. I trembled. When I saw it, I tensed up and felt the desire burn even stronger in me. I was delighted as I looked forward to Dad doing something even more audacious.

I recognized him instantly; I had seen him many times in Mark’s photo albums. Up close, his presence was staggering. He didn't look his age at all. If I didn't know he was Mark’s father, I wouldn't have guessed he was older. He had a powerful, athletic build, as if he spent a lot of time at the gym. While his aura was mature, his face remained strikingly handsome. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. I couldn't move my hands, and I couldn't even close my mouth in shock at this unexpected meeting with my boyfriend’s father.

I smiled, perhaps another time. At home that night, I noticed a change in dad's behavior. I guess I haven't told you about him. He was a swimmer in college and still does huge numbers of laps at the gym. Tall, lean, like the rest of us. He's a great guy. Terrific sense of humor, very tactile with mom. Brown salt and pepper hair and blue eyes. Good looking man. No wonder I want him.

“Your surname is Sadler. Are you related to Yegor Sadler?” At this remark, James smiled calmly while Truett nodded immediately. “Do you know my father?” “Heh, Yegor Sadler is your father?” Zenithal Roc Matron exclaimed, “This is such a coincidence!” James leaned closer to Truett and whispered, “Your dad is indeed a social butterfly, knowing almost every powerhouse from Tai Chi to these powerhouses of the Dawn Supernatural Power.” Truett smiled wryly. “My mom scolded him quite a bit because of this.”

he said, his voice serious. He really believed this, or was it what his dad ingrained in his mind? “You don’t know anything about him,” I said, fearing that this conversation was not going how I had hoped. “Neither do you, baby. He’s soft. Shit just look at him! He looks like a little surfer boy. You’ve seen what I can do, hell I took down two deer for you in a matter of minutes. I’m a fighter, I have what it takes,” he said, grinning at me.

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.