Story Of Dad Novels & Stories

“I’m stuck. We’re trying to get a background on this cowboy and I’m coming up blank.” My dad leans on the table. “What do you know?” “Only that he’s 5000 years old, he was locked in the pool by his brother and now he’s out and extremely pissed off.” I toss another dead end book on the table. My dad crosses his arms and lowers his head. He’s thinking. “It sounds familiar.” He says. “What?” I look at him. “The story. It sounds familiar. A tale my father told me when I was young. A tale of the firsts.” He side eyes me.

I held Rome harder. “Mommy, can you tell me about dad again.” Where did I even begin? The tragic story of his father and I. “Your father had a hard life growing up.” I said, Rome staring at me with his big golden eyes. He had heard this story a few times. I wanted him to know he had a father just like all kids but talking about it was difficult. “But he grew up strong despite all the hardships he came across.”

“He was always the first to step in if someone was struggling, made sure no one fell behind, always looking out for others, always willing to do anything for the ones he cared about…” “Sounds like him,” I concluded. Dad truly had been one of a kind. He was abandoned at a young age, grew up in an orphanage, and worked hard to get into Starlight. Mom had even gushed about him going back to the Bloodroses without her having to beg him. She chuckled a little, her eyes glowing. “Your Mom was an amazing healer, your Dad was an amazing warrior—and both of them were amazing people, I hope you know that.”

There's no point in lying now. "Actually, Dad, I need to tell you something." I keep it vague, of course. I tell him only what he needs to know: that I tried to convince Calder to give us the money his father had promised us, that I developed feelings for him, that he and I have been secretly dating these past few weeks. My dad's eyes go wide when I begin my story, and by the end he's practically purple. But he doesn't shout. No, that's what makes it so horrible. He looks at me and asks in a strained voice, "So what the story says is true?"

my dad’s voice cut through the room and I saw him to my left with a glass in his hands. My dad is rather young, he is just forty four. He had me when he was nineteen years old and a trust fund baby like me. He has told me the story more times than I can count. He was frivolous with his money and enjoyed spending it on women. He met my mother in a night club and they had a one night stand. She realized she was pregnant and thought it would be a good idea to try to blackmail my father. She waited until she had given birth and appeared on his front porch with a baby in her hands.

I leaned my head against Mom's shoulder and whispered soothingly, "You shouldn't take anything that idiot said to heart, Mom." Mom's voice was heavy with guilt and remorse. She said, "Your father did indeed sacrifice his life for my sake, Nathan. Do you hate me for depriving you of a father throughout your childhood?" I shook my head and pulled Mom into a tight embrace, knowing that she had suffered more than anyone in all these years. Dad used to be a high-ranking figure in the criminal underworld, with countless men working under him; Fred had been one of his subordinates. It wasn't until later that Dad met Mom, and they fell in love at first sight. Dad, the once reckless womanizer who had

He didn’t find it. “Before I say anything,” he said carefully, “you need to understand that what’s between Eli and me doesn’t take away what he feels for you.” Her stomach tightened, a cold, hollow thing opening up inside her chest. “So there is something.” He didn’t deny it. “Dad,” she whispered, the word cracking on its way out, “how could you?” Damian leaned forward, elbows on the table. “It didn’t start the way you think. It wasn’t planned. It was… gravity. Dangerous. Yes. But controlled.”

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱ I stared at Dad as he lay in bed with a huge storybook. "Daddy?" "Hi, dear," he answered me with a smile. "You look sad... Dad. Did something happen?" His mouth opened, but then it closed. "I just remembered that I have a lot of accumulated work" he lied. Dad was a liar. I sighed.

“Everyone knows those stories.” “They weren’t stories.” His brows pulled together. “My father ruled half the city through fear,” I continued. “Politicians, police chiefs, judges… they all answered to him. If they didn’t…” I lifted one shoulder slightly. “They disappeared.” Mason didn’t interrupt. “Zavier was the only man he trusted,” I went on. “The only one he ever listened to.” “And you trusted Zavier,” Mason said. “I did. He approached me first,” I continued. “Said the city was rotting under my father. That people were suffering because of him. That someone had to stop it.”

"My dad was sitting by the kitchen doors, and you said he was fine where he was. My brother got pulled from the wedding party, and you said Theo looked better up there. My dad's name disappeared from the program, and you said he wasn't comfortable with that kind of thing." I went through it piece by piece, my voice level the whole time. He couldn't argue with a single one. Dad closed the lid on the repaired chest. The new clasp clicked softly into place. "Mr. Chambers," Dad said. "My daughter isn't looking for compensation. She just wants her family to be treated like they matter." Elliott's fingers tightened at his sides. Just then, his phone rang. He answered, and I watched the color drain