Soul Surfer Dad Novels & Stories

She believed that, as her only child, I should take after her. I can't even count the number of times I have fainted whenever she takes me to her hospital for an experiment. And whenever it happened, Mom would scold me so badly. Dad was the one I called after Mom lashed out at me. But all he could do was console me and send me one of his songs. Dad was a singer and a rapper during his teenage years. He believed he'd be the next big thing, but sadly his dream of being the next big thing failed woefully.

I will get over her after it anyway like any other girls "Fuck!" I cursed under my breath "Cursing in the morning is not good" My dad entered the dining room "Morning dad" I said bluntly "Is it The Locason?" My dad asked and my eyes widen "I'm right" "Locason who?" My mom asked and I sighed "Cailey Locason , daughter of Sky and Janet Locason" My dad smirked at me "Oh my gosh , you both are dating?" "No" "Don't worry dear about this boy love because he will settle down next year" My dad said and I laughed

I wouldn't mind if he were covered in blood and all that shit for as long as I'd know he's safe. "How do you know?" I almost choke on the question as I try to force down the lump in my throat. "Well, during my journey, I met this weirdo who claims to be the father of the demon who's keeping Lenox alive," Dad explains and hisses. "Ouch, that hurts," he snarls at whoever is near him. "Not a weirdo, and I am the father of our children, be respectful." The rich, deep voice sends unpleasant shivers down my spine. The man sounds like a walking warning sign, so I take that has to be the demon father.

While Mom was coughing up blood at home, while she couldn't keep food down, he was buying Fiona designer bags, leasing her a luxury car, putting down deposits on apartments for her. I went through page by page. I didn't cry. I photographed them and copied them and added them to the drive. By the time I was sixteen, Dad's company was basically dead. Creditors started showing up. He and Fiona fought constantly. Fiona started looking down on him for being broke. Their fights traveled from downstairs to upstairs, from afternoon till late at night. I'd be at my desk doing homework. And quietly recording with my phone. Mom had said it once: know your enemy and you'll never lose.

And with his serious heart condition, any stress could kill him. "Dad! Dad, what's wrong?" I pounded on the locked glass door frantically, my voice breaking. "Open this door right now! My dad's having a heart attack. I need to get him his medication!" But Seth didn't look concerned at all. In fact, he pulled out his phone and started a live stream, aiming the camera at us. He deliberately zoomed in on Dad's pain-twisted face and my desperate expression. "Check this out, everyone. This father and son duo tried to receive treatment at our spa without paying. After we caught them, they started faking illness.

I already sent a text to Tristan to find out how he is doing this morning after he showed up drunk at my house last night. My phone chimed as I walked down the stairs. I took my phone out of my denim shorts pocket. Cris: I am sorry to break this to you, but I need to go to SNT, and they are having a weekend away for the interns. My dad is also not himself, he has a hangover. But chat soon. No wonder Tristan hasn't been texting me back. I reached the kitchen. "I'm going out with some friends, don't wait up," my father said as he was dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. A hoodie draped over his arm. It was late afternoon already.

“Again that sucks. I know what it’s like to loose someone you love, but the last thing you should do is push your family away.” “I will not forgive him.” “Do you know who you’re talking to?” I pointed out, looking between Cassar and I. “His dad is literally called the Insane Alpha. He tried to kill Cassar and tortured his own pack members for fun. And my dad has a habit of selling his children.” They both raised their brows. “My dad sold my soul to the Fox Council and he literally sold my little brother to pay off his debts.” They blinked shocked. “It all turned out fine. We both grew from the experience.” I waved my hand, dismissing the revelation. “But your dad actually loves you. Yes, he

My dad asked. Dad tell me it's not true. My husband is still alive. Please tell me. I spoke and dad looked at me pitifully. That look broke me to an extent. However l was too stubborn to believe anything. I took the infusion off. Ashina what are you doing you are still not fine. Dad said but he ignored by me. I need to find me. Gavin. Ashina he is dead my dear don't act like this. Dad tried to convince me. However l wasn't moved l have to first see him. My dad sighed seeing that l didn't burge.

Alfred tried to say something more, but my father interrupted impatiently, "Enough. Do you think no one's been secretly sending her food? She's fine. She won't die." Hearing that, I could not help but laugh, but no one could hear me. It was because I was already dead. I died four days ago. Since then, my soul had been following my father. "Mr. Xavier, don't be mad anymore. Let Blake out. It's so hot outside. She must be suffering," Rosie Sutherland said from upstairs as she emerged from what used to be my room in a pure white nightgown. My father's expression softened instantly, exuding a tenderness I had never seen before.

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.