Story For Dad Novels & Stories

he told me in a pleading voice. "Okay, Dad. I'm willing to hear your explanation. Why? Why were you able to betray your bosses when they were so kind to you? Tell me, Dad," I asked him wiping away my tears. "I was ordered by a big person to kill Phil's parents in exchange for a large amount of money. At first, I didn't agree with what he wanted and I tried to tell my boss what he was planning to do with them. But that didn't work because I don't know how he guessed that I was planning to report him to my boss so he threatened me that he would kill you, Amber," Dad stopped speaking for a moment to get some air. "You're too young back then and I don't want you to get hurt so I didn't continue

I stare down at the photo still at a loss, my dad and Asher’s were best friends? Why did I never know this before? I knew my dad was in the army for a while but after I was born, he stepped back and started working as a mechanic so he would be closer to home to help my mum raise me. But I had no idea he came all the way out here! That must mean my dad also knows about werewolves, so when my mother used to tell me the story about The Unknown Luna A, did he know what she meant? Did he ever tell her?!

My dad says attempting to make it seem as though I was being disrespectful for wanting to know more, this entire story is surrounding my life and the struggles that I may have to face, I should be the one person who knows it all! “You wouldn’t believe the type of information I’ve been able to find with no help from you! I know about the berry, the story, the palace, the dinner, my powers everything!” I quietly exclaimed listing all the many details of this story and why it had been so frightening, where my dad looked back at me a little shocked.

Dad Asked and tears WAs tickling in my eyes. "Dad what's this I'm hearing? You see I refused to believe all the rumors and tales that ray's family have being telling me because I know you dad, I know that you won't do anything Of such because for all the times I have spent with you, never have I feel an inch that I was never related because of your love for me, remember I will always say that, even in the next life I will still chose as my dad but how come dad?" I Asked still shocked...

A gasp elicited from my mouth. “You– What do you mean by again? Don't tell me you were the one who killed mom, tell me it's a lie and that I'm just assuming.” This time my voice was cracked, my hands were shaky and I could not breathe properly. “Let me tell you a short story dear, count that as a gift before you leave this world.” Dad grinned as he stroked his knife. ~AJ~

~I woke up wet this morning.~ Xavier POV: Couple of days ago, Dad told me he is dating someone with marriage in his mind and I don't care. I seriously don't. My Dad was never married. He had me while he was dating and that woman, whom I should be calling mother, gave birth to me and left. I have never seen her nor she showed up. It has always been me, Dad and his work. So, now when he wants to find happiness for himself, there is no way I am going to be a hurdle in the way of his happiness.

looking at him as he reposed on his arms, “…reading books and trying being your dad and make you laugh.” “Dad, I need a story? Can you have one please? Junior pleaded from his old man. “I want to hear events and tensions of my level.” He described his will for the second time. “Then you need to take your hot milk first, for your mom is ready with it.” His dad tells him, as his mother hands it to him saying.

After all, the higher she stood, the harder she would fall. Once class was over, I rushed home. “Mom. What’s going on? Why is Janice Dad’s illegitimate daughter?” I did not understand. My mom settled me down and brought me a cup of water. “Calm down first, I’ll tell you what happened.” Last night, Janice had returned home with my dad. He admitted it himself that Janice was his illegitimate daughter. When my mom heard Janice’s name, she stayed calm and treated her kindly but quickly had someone run a DNA test.

he admitted hesitantly. "Go on," I mused tiredly. "Well, I don't mean to get all sappy but my parents had this totally cool forbidden love story. My Dad was this privileged, rich, white boy who was majorly uptight and future-orientated." He laughed quietly while his eyes widened in excitement.

The plainness of his words made it evident how it hurt although he didn't let a single drop of the pain be evident over his features. I didn't press. Dad was a raw nerve for him. I'd heard the rumours — how he'd vanished overnight, how people whispered that he'd abandoned them. Since then, anyone who touched that subject got a broken nose or worse. The violence began there. Pieces of the story I'd never fitted together in college started to slot into place now. "What are you cooking?" I hopped up onto the counter, watching him move around the kitchen. "Don't poison me, okay?"