The Dad In Good Luck Charlie Novels & Stories

I'd already made him something else entirely—and that was enough. "His company will help you," Dad said, pausing his game to look at me. "You haven't exactly had the best people around you, have you? Learn something from him. Teach him something in return. That's how it works. You need good people in your life, Sienna. Otherwise, you won't survive." That was Dad—always right. Even Grandpa couldn't argue with him when he stole Mom away at his own wedding. "Fine," I said with a sigh, looking out the window. "Do whatever you want."

Drake put on a gentle smile after Charlie rushed towards him raising both his hands. "Dada!" Drake picked him up in his arms, the painful sight slightly started tugging at my heartstrings for a moment. I can't help but picture Damien doing the same thing for Charlie, if he ever was here to do that. Charlie looked up to him thinking he was his real father when in truth, he was not. It started when he was three years old that Charlie called him Dada for the first time. Demiana and I were surprised, and we exchanged looks knowing what we had to discuss a little while later. We talked it over and Drake had agreed to act as the male role model for Charlie and his father at the same time. I asked

He found that living on the streets and on pity couches was better than living with his dad. His dad was sitting on his chair in front of the trailer, drinking a three dollar bottle of whiskey, looking like a mean old bum like he always did. Charlie wouldn't let go of Tommy's hand, even though he tried to make her wait by the trees. She stayed with him and approached the trailer. Greg took a good look at them and finally realized who they were. "Oh wow ... look who's here, what are you doin' here, boy?" he didn't sound the least bit enthusiastic to see his own son.

I quickly floated in front of him and shouted, “Dad, don’t. You’ll go to jail.” Maybe it was my imagination, but Dad froze for a second. Then he looked around the room and threw the fruit knife he had just picked up onto the floor. He collapsed and sobbed, murmuring my name over and over. “Calvin. Calvin.” I didn’t answer him. I only sat down beside him. Slowly, Dad seemed to go numb. He sat there in a daze for another entire night. The next day, he forced himself to pull together. He used every connection he had to gather evidence of Lucy’s affair.

The steam and the amazingly yummy scent of the pepperoni and barbecue hit me so hard that I hungrily inhale the scent. Damn! I forget my manners and take the first slice of the super cheesy pizza. Oh… my god! They mumble behind me and chuckle at the popping sound of the champagne, but I’m too busy gnawing on my slice. We make merry, not so much to inconvenience mum. Dad apologizes for the umpteenth time, showing how bad he felt when he saw the pain of broken trust on our faces. And we forgive him over and over again. In between the merriment, he gives Sophie tips on surviving college…

That fucking bitch. “Dad, you can’t seriously be listening to her!” I blurted out. “She’s just trying to—” “Enough!” My dad’s voice boomed in my ear, silencing me. “Stop blaming everyone else for your mistakes. Grow up, Rochelle.” The line went dead before I could respond. I stood there in disbelief, staring at the phone like it had betrayed me. The world felt like it was caving in around me. My dad—my own father—had chosen her over me. I bit my lip to keep from sobbing out loud, but the tears spilled over anyway, mixing with the rain running down my face.

When his eyes landed on Charlie, his whole face lit up. "Alice," he said as he approached, his voice soft. "Thank you for this." Alice nodded, managing a small smile. "Carson. It's... it's good to see you." Carson knelt down to Charlie's level, his eyes shining. "Hey, buddy. Remember me?" To Alice's surprise, Charlie looked up at Carson and grinned. "Da-da!" he exclaimed, reaching out his little arms. Carson's eyes filled with tears as he carried Charlie up. "That's right, Charlie. I'm your dad. I've missed you so much."

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

I said softly, I don't know what to do anymore. "Come on, just suck it and I'll assure you that your dad won't wake up, he is a heavy sleeper," Uncle said, I look at him with hesitation but he just smiles at me and motioned to start sucking my dad's dick. I can help but swallow my saliva as I slowly take off dad's boxer brief and my eyes widened when I saw dad's huge and thick dick comes out. "Shit! I think huge and thick dicks run in our blood, your dad's dick is massive even though it wasn't hard yet." Uncle commented while my eyes were still glued to my dad's huge dick in front of me.

She says before walking out the room along with Dad. "D-Daddy, can I-I help t-too?" We hear Charlie ask as his father picks him up. He looks at his son with a soft smile. "When you're older but not now Charlie. You're too young." Charlie pouts up at his father, making us chuckle softly at him. Everyone soon makes they're way out, leaving only Izzy and I left.