Story About Father Novels & Stories

“You're such an ass licker yet you don't even know who your father is. Do you think the king loves you so much or gives two fucks about you?” I hated using people's weaknesses against them but I knew my father's head guard's story. His mother was a well-known whore and he was born out of wedlock. His eyes widened and he flinched before pinching his lips tight to keep them from trembling. “Javier, don't tell me this little brat’s words hurt you. Come on, don't be a sissy,” my father laughed. “Hand him over, Father,” I said, pointing at Chadwick. My father laughed again and I felt rage build up inside me.

' he thought to himself. "Only I am talking. Tell me something about you. Tell me about our father. Do you know how Mom ended up with George?" she asked. He frowned. There is nothing to tell about their father. He was cruel and an as*hole. "Trust me, you are better off knowing about the man whom I call father. He is worse than George. He was killed a few years ago by our enemies. But I used to love our mom. She was sweet and very caring, just like how a mother. But one day she disappeared. I don't know where she went and why she left. After she was gone, Dad made sure to teach me the tough ways of our life in the tough and sadistic way he loved the most" he shared with a faraway look in his

I was hoping that he would tell me that it is a lie but from the looks of things, it didn’t look like the old man was going to do any of that. It rang in my head. MY FATHER HAD BORROWED MONEY FROM THE MAFIA.How could he? I wondered. So rather than dwell on the past or cry over spilled milk, I decided that I would make things better.“Okay I have heard what you have to say. I’ll work and will start paying you” I said. Well I got the shock of my life, when the old man burst into fits of laughter.

About the hunger in his eyes before he had locked it away? Finally, at dawn, I drifted into an uneasy sleep. ****** I woke to the smell of coffee and my mother’s voice calling up the stairs, “Bella! Breakfast! Your father has news!” I dragged myself downstairs, still in pajamas, to find both my parents at the kitchen table looking insufferably pleased with themselves. My father was practically vibrating with excitement. “Good morning, mija! Sleep well?” “Not really,” I admitted, pouring myself coffee. “Well, this will wake you up.” He pushed a document across the table toward me. “Remember Richard Hartley? Your boss in London?”

"I think there's a mix up somehow, me and Ethan actually broke up a month ago and we have moved on with our lives, so what are you saying because I don't understand?" "You should know that I am not someone who can get fooled by your pretentious actions. I just came to warn you that a serious investigation is being carried out and if I found out that you had something to do with what happened to my son, you won't like the other side of me. That's what I just came to tell you, good day!" Ethan's dad suddenly left with his guards and I kept on staring at him in confusion till he went out of sight. Can someone just explain to me what just happened because I don't seem to understand what Ethan's

I tried telling your father that this was wrong and he should surrender but he yelled at me and told me to not intervene in his business. But looks like karma had hit us hard. I don't know what happened to your father but slowly he started to lose all that money. He tried to be like Mr Roy but he wasn't able to be like him. We became so poor my children. Your father lost his job, he was fired and that was his breaking point. He had a heart attack and left us to fend for ourselves. Please don't hate your father my children, he did this because he loved us....he wanted us to have a better life. I hope you can forgive me and your father. We love you so much and wish you all the best for the fut

Ludo shouted. “A long time ago a man approached me and told me he had a good story about his family, only that the story was not fiction. I asked him why he wanted his family’s lives to be made public and he told me that he was sick and tired of what they had become. He wanted everyone to be exposed.” “That’s my father,” Evan cut in. “I never asked questions. I don’t even know him. He offered a large sum of money and we were having financial difficulties with your father. I didn’t tell your father and I couldn’t deny the money. I wrote the story myself and kept it.”

He looked attentive. Letting out a sigh, I began the long story. I told him about the story my father told me about our escape from the pack after my birth. Even mentioning the phone call, I had heard my father make. I explained the bizarre things that started happening after I turned eight. Hunter seemed to hang onto my every word. Not interrupting, even when I could see he had questions. His brow would crease slightly, and his jaw would clench occasionally, but he kept silent.

"Father, you know exactly the kind of man I am. I know when to act or react. I will handle this as I see fit." He narrowed his eyes, allowing his gaze to sweep down over me. "I've had business dealings with him before. He is quite... formidable." For my father to admit either was interesting. "You never told me you've dealt with Santiago Garcia before." "There had been no reason." An odd series of emotions rolled into my father's eyes. Sadness and remorse. "Fascinating, Father. You'll have to tell me the story and the truth one day." I expected another round of anger. He simply seemed resigned, almost broken. What the hell had occurred years before?

“When I was six, my parents decided to move to France to work in a vineyard and winery owned by my father’s French friend. After two years, life didn’t go as they planned. My father got into debt, gambled, and drowned in alcohol. When my father got home, he found out that my mother had planned to leave him. They fought, ended up accidentally burning the entire house while my mother was trapped inside.” His story was compelling, terrifying, heartbreaking, and tragic. I found myself breathless as my gaze slowly wiped away any levity. His thick British accent didn’t go unnoticed. I must admit it was sexy, but that was not what caught my attention—it was his emotions, so raw that even my heart w