Story About Father Novels & Stories

he said gesturing towards the file on the counter. "You know, every single case has an interesting story behind it and in all my years as a business man, that's the most interesting case I've handled'' Actually, my father and I have handled" he corrected taking a noisy sip from the glass of water he poured for himself. "I'll tell you the story so you can understand what am saying" he said and pulled out the pictures from the file. "This man, he said pointing to the picture of my father, was a fool" he giggled

I asked in the middle of silence between us. "From my father..." he answered shortly. So...it came from his father. I just know that his father is a doctor. Actually, his father is a popular doctor here in the province. Ronald grew up without a mother. I don't know what happened to his mother, though. His father must be a really good man. He was able to grow his son alone.

“Three times today, princess. Filled this tight little cunt while he was texting you like a worried puppy. He was right outside that door, and you were in here naked, legs wrapped around Daddy, whimpering as I came inside you again. How’s that feel, baby? Knowing your man’s hunting for his sweet girlfriend while she’s dripping his father’s load?” “Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his

When he turned his gaze at me again, his eyes were already red-rimmed. “Willow, let me see Artie just once. I’m his father after all…” I gave a scornful smile and blocked his view. “But our son doesn’t want to see you. “Ever since you missed his last birthday, he has never wanted to see you again.” I shut the door, leaving him with one final remark. “Logan, you don’t deserve to be Artie’s father.” He called out my name and Artie’s over and over again until his voice broke into sobs.

"You should get used to him baby doll. He is going to be your father-in-law and he's one of the best men I know. You know I only choose the best for you." "But Dad, you chose his son for me." I point out the obvious. "Of course I did silly girl. What I'm trying to tell you is that a good man will raise a good man. That's all." "Alright Dad. When do I get ready?" "I'm sure Anthony will text you the details." "But he doesn't have my number." "He's highly resourceful and influential. I'd be surprised if he didn't already have your number." That sounds wrong on so many levels, but I let it be.

I was wearing a leather vest, and my arms were exposed, beaded with sweat. My father told me a story once of the first man he'd killed. Not as a wolf, but as a man. They'd fought until they were red and bloodied. The man was stronger, more powerful. But my father had made plans. That day, the man died, his dying eyes reflected in the steel of my father's blade, the same blade my father had pushed into his forehead, stabbing into his brain. “A lesson there,” he'd said, roaring his pleasure at the story.

The blissful bubble we had created during the early days of summer shattered far too soon. Theo received a call from his father late one afternoon while we were secretly tangled together in the guest room. Uncle Kael needed him back in the city for a couple of urgent family business matters—something about contracts and a meeting that couldn’t be postponed. Theo tried to negotiate staying longer, but the tone in his father’s voice left no room for argument.

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

A father who doesn't do good, a father who isn't a father enough. He heaved a sigh " I can't believe that you also see me like the worst father ever. I don't blame you dear. I know it's all my fault but today I want you to know something which I have never told anyone before " he said to her Badiyya looked at him with brows furrowed " I don't get you, dad" " you will understand now " that was the only thing he said as he began the story Flash back The weather was so cool .It was finally cold season. Month of December.

" My boy, you really have to pull yourself together. The fact that your father left us doesn't mean that the world has come to an end", our housekeeper, Ma Erica said as she walked into my room and saw me crying myself to death. A lot had happened in just a few days; I had lost my father, spent a good amount of time in jail, and also sustained injuries that almost left my face scarred, my signature fine face.