Stories About Fathers Novels & Stories

Asher explained. “What the heck? That was many years ago. How do you still remember?”. Anya pouted her lips in disbelief as she asked. “Of course I remembered. After all, you're my one and only little sister”. Asher concluded with a smile. . The Father Of My Twins is an original creation of mine. Warning: No one is allowed to repost/re-publish.

"Our grandpa, Rest his soul. He didn't like my dad because of what he did to his baby girl and how playboy dad was. He wanted his daughter to have a better mate, but later, he respected dad when he saved my mother from hunters after he got her back from the stalker, then the hunters came along and took women and children to experiment on them," I said. "Poor, mom," Sil says with tears in his eyes, "No," Seb says while crying. "Should I stop these stories about mom and dad?" I said. "No, please go on, bro," Spencer says.

He later agreed, though hesitantly. When we got to the restaurant my friend went from our table to another me to give us chance to talk. Brother started to tell me stories of his parents. He was from a very humble background. His father was a farmer from the western part of the country. He has cocoa, cocoyam, beans, cassava, yam, and all types of vegetables on his farm. They hardly buy anything food from the market. They sell both cocoa and yam. That was what his father used to sponsor him from primary to the university to help himself, as soon as he completed secondary school, he started working as a sales boy in a supermarket, he left the place to start working in the filling station becau

"Your mother was different. She was kind. She was honest. She was the first person who ever saw me really saw me. And I fell in love with her." I stood there, my arms crossed, my heart pounding. "She loved you too," I said. "Yes." His voice was barely above a whisper. "She did." "What happened?" He was silent for a moment. "She found something," he said. "Something she wasn't supposed to find. Documents. Files. Evidence of what my family was doing. The money. The deals. The people they'd hurt." "What were they doing?" "My father was involved in some very bad things. Money laundering. Bribery. A man was killed a business rival who refused to sell his company. My father arranged it."

“Tomorrow is Dad’s Session! That’s right. You’ll have to bring your fathers to class and let them explain their work to others.” Everyone breaks into an excited chatter. “My dad is the owner of a big oil company,” one student brags. “He’s gonna tell all about his exciting expeditions!” “My dad’s in the army. Pretty high in the ranks. He was stationed in various places and even fought hand to hand with enemies!”

My father had only cussed at me a few times before, and only when I did something really, really bad—like sneak out of the house in the middle of the night or clog the toilet with all of Mom’s lipsticks after we fought. The disappointment and anger in his voice had me shaking. “We met weeks ago.” “You said that,” Mom snapped. I resisted sending her an angry look. Any aggression on my part would only make things worse. Dad gruffly cleared his throat. “He hasn’t said anything about this to me.” I eagerly leaned forward. “That’s because we didn’t know you two were friends until last weekend at the fundraiser. And I wouldn’t let him tell you. I wanted to let you know myself.”

“Nonna has told me a lot about you.” “Really?” There was a hint of sadness in Godfather’s voice I could barely catch. “Tell me what she said.” “First that you’re her father. You’re strong and smart and dedicated. You’re the one man she loves who has never betrayed her and she also said that you’re a talented storyteller.” Godfather laughed. “In my experience, storytelling is a must-have talent for all grandfathers.”

Father speaks. "It's okay, father. That is in the past now. Your son is back, all thanks to this beautifully wife that fate brought to my life." He pecks my lips. Dang! Isn't he afraid of his parents? "Our story is deep, and I have decided to let the world know about it." He adds, smirking at me because of how red I look right now. "You two made the news today." Father remarks. "That is nothing. Today I want to give them facts about our love story that will make headlines for at least a month and not just a day." Jerol adds.

" Killian 's perspective on his father's stories was quite different. He believed that his father shared these tales out of a sense of pride, using them as a display of power and dominance to impress important individuals. However, he had never considered that these stories might also be a testament to the hardships his father had endured throughout his life. Yifa , on the other hand, saw it in a more positive light. She believed that his father shared these stories to instill hope in others, to inspire them to strive for a better tomorrow. Through his narratives, he demonstrated that with dedication and effort, anything could be achieved, no matter how challenging the circumstances. His ass

"Well, for one, you need to tell Aria this, not me. You need to pull yourself together because if you give anything away to Jory before Aria is ready, then your ass is mine, old friend." "I don't know how to be a father." The words just fall from my mouth. "Uh, hello. Do you think any of us do? My father was abusive, and Jory's father paid more attention to his brother and their money. None of us know how to be good fathers, but we will not make the same mistakes our fathers did. I understand that yours passed away, but that doesn't mean you can't be a good one yourself because of it."