Stranger Things Mike Dad Novels & Stories

he questions, returning the handshake. “She is my Luna, but only a few know about it,” as expected, my response makes Doc. Mike’s jaw drops, and my cheeks run through my ears. Doc. Mike is a very trusted family member. I see him as my second father after the death of my late father. He is one of my father’s trusted and closest friends, and he knows almost everything about me.

Malinaw na interesado siyang malaman ang higit pa tungkol kay Ellie at kung ano ang ginagawa nito sa kanyang Legos, ngunit ayaw niyang sabihin ito. Sumilip siya sa kanyang ama. “Dad, this lady”—inangat niya ang ulo niya kay Ellie—“Alam niya ang Mecha Megas. Paano?” Humalakhak si Tyler. "Well, buddy, hindi ako sigurado. Kailangan mo siyang tanungin kung gusto mong malaman."

’ However, to his surprise, the little one turned back before he got on the luxury black car and left a meaningful glance even though it just stayed for a second. “Get in.” Said the man. The door closed quickly and the car was soon nowhere to be seen, leaving the two standing silly in the rain. "Damn this man! Who the hell does he think he is. How could he be so cold even to his own son? Is that boy truly his son? I would rather die if I had such a dad like him."

"I taught you to calculate." "I didn't teach you respect." "I taught you to fight." "I didn't teach you when to let go." "That's on me." "I failed to fix what's broken in you." Ethan flinched like the words had pierced his last defense. The name buried deep in his memory. His real father's name. Tears blurred his vision. "Dad." Alexander cut him off. Voice cold. Hard. "Michael Hart's son shouldn't be this pathetic." "He was a man of honor."

Stepping towards the bed, I stopped in front of the guy who was clearly suffering from his wounds. He was groaning and clenching his teeth. Yet, he's so stubborn and refuses to get treated. “You- Theo, Wellington. My Dad sent you, right?” Mike sat up when he saw me. His expression looked the same as that of the nurses. He looked as if he'd finally found a savior and I wondered why. “I know the heavens are with me.” Mike clasped my hand desperately. “Someone as mighty and powerful as you in Los Angeles will definitely end my bad day. Find and bring me Dr. Olivia. I'll do whatever you ask me after that.”

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

“If I call you Dad… will you disappear later?” The question shattered the room. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He knelt in front of her, eyes level. “I won’t disappear,” he said. “Even when things are hard. Especially then.” Crystal studied him for a long moment. Then, softly, testing the word like fragile glass— “Dad.” Ethan inhaled sharply. Amara covered her mouth, tears streaming freely now. “Yes, sweetheart?” Ethan said, voice breaking. Crystal smiled. That single moment rewrote ten years of absence.

"Exactly what it sounds like." He let out a tired sigh. "It was just a birthday. Stop making a scene. Wait at home—I'll be back soon." I had just returned with my mom's ashes when Mike walked through the door. The marks on his neck were fresh—Cathy's kisses still clinging to his skin. How obvious. It must have been intense. My mom had died from sheer fury, and while I was arranging her funeral, Mike had been in bed with another woman. He hadn't even bothered to show up.

As if he was strangling me with his words as I held his threatening gaze. ‘We shouldn’t have come here’ Ares whispered. ‘What are we gonna do, Ares?’ I asked her in panic. But before I heard her speak again, Mike grabbed me by the throat, squeezing my neck with his large calloused hands. “What did I tell you about disobeying me, child?” Mike said with gritted teeth. I struggled to gasp for air until I knew I couldn’t breathe anymore. “That’s enough, Mike,” Dad spoke. I darted my eyes at the door, catching the look of anger and disapproval on my parents’ faces even as they watched Mike who was squeezing my neck tight.

, - I tell him Mike stands up, typing on his phone a d then he starts making a call. “Hey, mom”, - he says, and I shake my head. I think it's incredible the relationship he has with his family. I just don’t like the fact that they don’t know who he really is. Especially his father. He is afraid of his reaction, and I understand why. Mike keeps talking on the phone while I walk to the kitchen, trying to call Beth again with no answer. Both Mike and I have already had breakfast and exercised today, so we just need another dose of caffeine so we can start our day.