Soul Surfer Dad Novels & Stories

Dad’s a respectable 5’9” with warm light brown hair, ocean blue eyes and light skin and he’s buff as all get out. “It’s just not fair. You’ve trained me since I was a pup, I could take on those dickheads any day. You know I can,” I say dejectedly. My dad is a warrior, and my mum is an aerobics instructor in the city. Fitness is basically ingrained in my DNA. “I do know that. I wish they could see how amazing you are,” he says, lifting my chin up. “They will one day. Now go, and remember to keep to the tree line,” he warns.

Me, Valeray, and Gabriel sat on the sand by the sea and enjoyed the sea water washing over us. My dad, Tayron and Gregory did a swimming race, and then Gregory taught Tayron how to surf and jet ski. Even though my father always complains that his back hurts when he sits, he is very active at sea. My dad asks Tayron and Gregory to do a surf competition. I miss swimming in the sea, surfing, and playing with the jet sky. If my kid is one year old, I will challenge my dad, Tayron, and Gregory to a jet ski race.

We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one. Although the breakup was painful, we had always remained on good terms. I knew we weren't meant for one another after that faithful night at my party. I shook my head to try and rid myself of the embarrassing memories. "Why is your grandfather mad at your dad?" I asked casually. "Haven't you seen the news? He totaled one of the cars with two hookers in it. The problem was the press caught wind of what they were doing to him in that car!" My eyes widened, apparently, Mr. Grimes really hadn't changed much.

He was on his way when he had a plane crashed and died with the other passengers. "Your time isn't over, Rey Reed." He said to me "You are a fighter and a survivor who has survived in this hell for good 4 years." "I'm sorry, Dad," I say, apologizing."I am tired of fighting for their achievement. I am tired of dancing to their tunes. " I complained bitterly. "Please let me come and join you." "No," my father said, shaking his head to show that he meant it. "Your time isn't over; you have survived a more critical condition. This is just a minor one. You will surely scale through it. "

Instead of reassuring Lydia, it only heightened her suspicions, and her letters became even more desperate. Growing nervous, Amber hid my writing set in the water tank of her bathroom toilet, then departed with my father and Elise for their "vacation." I followed them, my spirit bound to the living family members who had caused my death. During their trip, besides the usual tourist activities, my father took Elise to a specialized wolf healer—one known for catering to high-ranking pack members. Elise's pregnancy had been unexpected, but now that it was happening, my father was fixated on having a son—an heir to carry on his legacy in a way I never could.

my dad said, turning to glance at his best friend and they both giggled. “What do you mean dad?“ I frowned. “I heard he got beaten up by some men, maybe he got himself involved in trouble, well whoever beat him up, did us a great job,” I turned to Mr Mattias who was still standing by the door. There was no single expression on his face, there was usually none. Was it him? no he wouldn't. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You both should stay for breakfast,” Mr Mattias said. “Oh Matt, you know I still have work to attend to at the office, I just need to drive Shimma home and then head back to the office, thank you for yesterday brother,” my dad said then he turned back to me.

as the media dubs him, smile only at me. But the media is a bunch of assholes, because they forget that he’s been such a devout single parent ever since he was young. My dad hasn’t aged much. At thirty-seven going on thirtyeight, he still has a strong build that fills out his suit. He’s tall and broad and has an eight-pack. No kidding. He’s the healthiest man I know. But he also has a few age lines that make him the wisest ever—aside from a certain someone.

He was giving me a fake smile and speaking through gritted teeth. “Mr. and Mrs. Matt and Adele Montgomery, you should have trained your son well.” I clicked my tongue at them, my heart calming down for the first time since I reached there. “I would make sure to get you a fair share of your punishment for being a bad parent.” The father's eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure. I removed my phone from my pocket and dialed a very familiar contact. Sylvester Warner. His father was the vice chancellor of this university, and he owes me a favor.

Then, he spoiled me with the chefs and cooks when the money came. "So how is school?" I rolled my eyes at him while we did the dishes, "I'm twenty-two, Dad; no more in high school." He shrugged, "But you're still my baby." I smiled, "I am." "And your mother would be very proud of you." "For what? Making it to junior year in college." He smiled, "That too, but for scaling through the hurdles. Being yourself and being alive. She would be proud of that." I smiled, "Thank you."

He says and Sophie shakes her head looking up at him "Mm, no. I'm gonna bench him until he acts right. He's not getting away with the way he's made me feel lately, he never was like this.." Noah could sense the emotional shift and he knew he had to take her mind off of it "Soph, your dad.. if it's not too much, can you tell me what he was like? What kind of guy is he?" Noah asks and Sophie looks up at him with a small smile, reminiscing about all the things she loved about her dad. "Well, he's a military man. But before he was ever in the army he was always unpredictable, presents, family trips, surprise parties, you name it. He would show up to mine and Casper's school for show and tell, he