Story Of Dad Novels & Stories

“Not much. My dad owned businesses. My mom did art and ran the galleries.” I nod, trying to decide how much to tell her and how to phrase it. For twenty-one years, this has been kept from her. How do I explain it without everything spiraling out of control? “Gray, what the hell is going on?” she demands, her voice laced with frustration. I take a deep breath. “It’s not just businesses, Sammi. They weren’t all legal. Your dad... he was part of the mafia. Your brothers knew, but because you were the youngest—and a girl—it was hidden from you.”

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?"

he replied in the same tone and bumped my shoulder back. "Both of you shut your holes! It's like I'm raising two toddlers" My mum said as she got tired of our yapping. My dad was childish sometimes but he is pretty grown up when it comes serious things like his job and taking care of the family and stuff but he's a chill guy otherwise. My dad, Jerry Kline, is a software engineer. My mum and dad met in college when my dad was studying in England and they fell in love. My mum got pregnant in her final year, got married to my dad and came back to America with him.

“No. I believe he’s probably reacting to your voice. Keep talking to him.” My attention slides back to him. “Dad…I came as soon as I heard. I am sorry I wasn’t here when you opened your eyes. But I am not leaving your side, okay? It is us against the world, right? And I can not go against the world if you are not in it. Also, also…I am working hard in my internship and I am confident that I’ll kick ass in college this fall. And did I tell you that I have a new friend? Can you believe that? Me, making friends? Jane did not even know you were my dad in the beginning, and she might have thought you are a bit egotistical, but I changed her mind and she’s totally a member of your fan club now. I

I thought he was only speaking out of anger. Anyone who went through something like that would break. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried. “Dad, where are you going?” He did not answer right away. He wiped my tears first, then spoke in a soft voice. “You might not understand what I am about to say. Dad came into this world through a book. I was bound to a wife‑blessing system to help your mom build her company. Once her company went public, I would be able to go back. I planned to wait until you grew up before leaving, but now…”

My dearest Aurora, If you're reading this, then I've already left. Please don't blame Alexander. This was my decision. This afternoon I was contacted by Marcus Hale. If I gave myself up to you you would leave me alone. I couldn't allow my mistakes to destroy your future. Please don't look for me. Live your life. And if you can... Forgive your father. I love you. —Dad Aurora was getting to the final line of the paper, which was all smeared with tears. "No..." Her voice broke. "No..."

My dad, Dan asked me to tell this part of our story. I read what he wrote, and I hope I can do half as well. I mean, I was there, well, except for the stuff with Jan. and I still masturbated all over the place reading it. Dan and Jan —sounds like a band or a really dumb cable show. Anyway, pretty soon after they started dating, and fucking like crazy, yes, I can hear them through the walls and yes, I'm a little jealous, but I know it's for the best and I will get my dad's cock back in me soon.

~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.

Dad and I started discussing various topics, from our day's experiences to the latest news. Dad began, "So, how was school today, sweetheart?" I toyed with my food, my thoughts wandering. "Well, Dad, it was quite a day. A lot happened." His eyes reflected a genuine curiosity as he set down his fork. "Tell me about it. You know I'm always here to listen." I took a deep breath and began recounting the day's events, starting with the surprising appearance of Mr. Han and the unexpected test. Our conversation flowed naturally as I shared my experiences and feelings, and Dad offered advice and understanding along the way.

I loved my mom, but I had a stronger bond with my dad, even before my mom was killed. I sat down in the other chair and listened to the story Dad was telling Noah, and recognized the story, as one he had always told me when I was a kid. It’s about a Lone wolf who never found his mate, and he was a very rare warrior, stronger than any other wolf ever existing. Even after Noah had fallen asleep, Dad kept on with the story, and I leaned back and listened to his voice while he talked. And I must have fallen asleep because I was woken up by him softly poking me.