The Fall Of Daddy Novels & Stories

Even after my effort to hold her, she falls down on the floor. “Dad…Dav…,” she lets out these words when she is falling on the ground. I don’t try to go deep with her words. Obviously, someone would miss their dad when they are having hard times, unlike me. “She collapsed right?” one of them stands up and there is fear painted on his face. I don’t know what is she scared of? “Guys, I am not on this. Please don’t enmesh me on this mess,” he says and saves himself out of there and two more of them follow him while the guy who was claiming her quite hot stays right over there.

"Violet, you won't understand-" "I wanted you to know, Daddy, that the world is round and it is spinning. Everyone who falls gets back on their feet. While you... You just fell... You just fell and yet don't want to get back anymore. After losing mom it was like... I also lost a f-father." After she finished speaking those lines, she bolted swiftly toward the stairs, and while I wanted to give after, I was unable to do so. I was just stunned at where she passed, and it was as if a dagger had hit my chest.

Start praying, Alexis, huhu. "Okay Daddy, bring it on!" I answered, determined. And that's exactly what happened. Daddy brought all his strength. Goodness, the way he swings is brutal! He's going for real. If I don’t dodge, my butt is dead! I was rolling around because Daddy moves so fast even though he's old. If I didn’t, my beauty would’ve been smashed by that two-by-two baton! But my butt still got hit and I couldn’t dodge it! It hurt so much! And your girl even fell flat on her face. I don’t even know what I look like on their monitor. I probably look awful.

Malik pleaded again, his voice a desperate whisper. His father shook his head mournfully. "I'm sorry, son." With those final words, he closed his eyes and let himself fall backwards, tumbling out of the window. "DAD!" Malik's voice tore through the air as he lunged forward, desperation fuelling his movements, but it was already too late. His father was hurtling downward, his figure shrinking rapidly as he fell from the building. Malik could only stand frozen by the window, his eyes locked on the tragic descent. With a sickening thud, his father's body met the ground below. The guards on duty looked up and saw Malik by the window, stout, and gazing at his father's body, with the crown on his

Dad came sprinting into the hospital at the sight of us, and he headed straight our way, "What happened?" "M-mom, she fell down the stairs, Dad! They took her inside, and I—I don't know what to do! I d-don't know how she is—" I gasped for breath, each word escaping between frantic breaths, the weight of the situation choking the air from my lungs. Dad seized me by the shoulders, jerking me as if snapping me back to reality. "Vincenzo Capone, pull yourself together! You'll be a made man soon, and here you are crying like a damn pussy!"

Fallon My father was a renowned agent. He was on par with the Director and would've been the Director had he not died. He was righteous, courageous, and most of all, full of love. That was what put him to his demise—his love for my mother who was failing in her solo mission. I remember vividly what the Director explained to me when he broke the news. Father abandoned his mission to save my mother. There, they both died in the shootout. So, his mission was this? The same as mine?

No sender ID. Just a line: > "If you want to understand your father’s fall — come to the old archives. Tower 12. 9 a.m." My heart clenched. My father. The name I hadn’t spoken out loud in years because the world had rewritten his story — from visionary to failure. But I knew better. His fall wasn’t just business; it was engineered. Someone had orchestrated it, and if there was even a chance this message was real, I had to know.

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

The Fall of a Giant Damian's POV My voice cracked as I turned toward the study door, panic clawing its way out of my chest. “Help! Someone! Please!” My father's body was still on the floor of his study. His hand moved once and then stopped. His normally calm and tight-lipped face was twisted in pain. His eyes were rolling back a little, and his lips were parted as if he had been interrupted in the middle of a statement. A man like Maxwell Vale never looked weak. Not until now.

His face crumpled, shoulders sagging under the weight of guilt he couldn’t shake. I stared at him for a long moment, exhaling a breath full of emotion. “That’s what I thought.” Behind him, Clairessa remained still—her hands tightly clasped in front of her, eyes on the floor, lips pressed into a thin, unreadable line. “Get out,” I said, low and controlled. “Adrian, get out before I say something I won’t take back.” “I tried, Dad—” “And you failed. As always,” I snapped, my voice cracking—not from rage, but from the weight of disappointment that had been building for years.