Story Of Dad Novels & Stories

His grin only got bigger as he shook his head slightly. "Let's start with history," he said, surprising me. "Specifically, my history. You know I met your mother at college, and that I came over to the United States from Europe. I've told you my parents had passed away, and that's partially and probably true. You know my mother died giving birth to me. My father..." His eyes filled with sadness, compassion, and something I couldn't name. Dad looked lost as he reflected on his past. He refocused on me and continued before I could figure out what to say.

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

He looked at me and I smiled back at him waving my hands, telling him to go on, like he understands it, he then continued introducing his Dad. "Uhmn, right here is my Daddy, his name is Daddy Clyde, he loves me a lot and my mommy too. Every day before I go to sleep my daddy will always read a storybook to me until I fall asleep. I am proud of my dad because he helps a lot of people with his business. That’s all, thank you." He said bowing his head before looking at his Daddy who bares a loving smile and a proud look at him. Everyone clapped their hands, Some parents smiled at me and whispered “You have a wonderful family.” Which makes me smile.

Before stepping out, she couldn't resist one final barb: "You know, they say the first sign of a failing Beta is when the staff disappears. " "I guess the second sign is when he starts smelling like a forgotten carcass. Did your fancy imported cologne budget get cut, Mr. Morgan? Or is that just the stench of a dying legacy?" My father had clawed his way up from nothing, using my mother's connections to secure his position. Nothing enraged him more than reminders of his common origins. His face flushed dark with humiliation and rage. But of course, the smell wasn't his fading status—it was my decomposing body in the fire house.

“I do. And you are going to tell me. If you do not, I will find out myself.” He let out a slow breath and leaned back against the desk. He was silent for a moment, staring at me with a mixture of regret and conflict. His hands tightened on the edge of the wood. “All right,” he said finally. “But know this. This story is older than both of us. None of what happened started with you.” I waited, unmoving. He swallowed hard and began. “My dad was freshly married back then. He was looking for a stable business to grow. His family was known for mafia dealings but he wanted a different path. Or at least that is what he said. He wanted a business that looked clean.”

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.

I walk into my office and find Dad already there waiting for me, I look at the clock and it’s 7:55am and I shake my head, he was always like this, early for everything, except for Momma, but I guess he was early for her too, it’s the one story he doesn’t like about there story, she was even younger than he thought, but that’s his story not mine. I sit at my desk and look at him as I sip my coffee, “so where to start?”

On the day my uncle, Steve Chapman, showed signs of heart failure, my mother, Irina Cress, drugged my father, Sean Chapman, and placed him on the surgery table. His heart was taken by force and transplanted into Steve, which extended Steve’s life for an additional 10 years. I left home after that incident and studied hard. I eventually earned admission to a medical research university because I ranked first in my class. After 10 years, I developed an artificial heart and became a sought‑after expert in the medical field. Many people came to me and hoped to be placed on the list for an artificial heart. My assistant, Lewis Henderson, handed me the latest list of applicants. Steve’s name ap

"You don't get to talk about him, Quentin. That baby was doomed from day one. Nobody wanted him. Why bring him here just to suffer?" I stepped forward, slow and silent, like something already gone. Blood slid down my legs, thick and warm, leaving smeared footprints behind—little bits of what used to be. I stopped inches from him. My voice? Empty. "Even his dad wouldn't claim him. So tell me—who was actually waiting for him?" Quentin's lips tightened, but his eyes gave him up. Full of fear. Shaky. Shattered. His mouth opened. Nothing came out. He had nothing.

“Dad, whatever it is, I can handle it!” He exhaled. “Um, my mom had an affair with Wayne’s dad. Wayne. Snr. He was the sheriff too.” My jaws nearly dropped. Dad never talked about his childhood or his parents. As far as I knew, my grandparents were long dead. I thought the memories were too heavy for him to repeat them but now, I could see he had terrible memories for a totally different reason.