The One With Phoebe's Dad Novels & Stories

"I threw a tantrum? You were the one watching stupid reels instead of giving me attention, and for calling that out I'm the one throwing tantrums?" "Sorry, baby." Instead of arguing, Dad reached for apology like he always did, sliding his hand around her waist. "I did give you attention afterwards, didn't I?" He gave her a look; she blushed. I bit into my sandwich and wrinkled my nose. "Find a room, you two." "Oh we will." Dad chuckled, kissing Mom's shoulder. She snapped away, red as a tomato. "Jacob! How many times do I have to tell you—"

The magazine shook in my trembling hands as I read the headline; From Son To Father. Kenzie Middleton, Wyatt's New Fling? "This is not okay, Wyatt." Mr. Grimes gave his son a pointed look, "For once, I agree with the girl." I was so focussed on the magazine that I didn't register that the front door slammed shut. "What the fuck?!" I jumped hearing Caleb's voice. "You have a lot of nerve showing up here." Wyatt spat. "You're sleeping with Kenzie?" He looked me up and down, "You're sleeping with my father?"

As the gap opened wider, "Dad!" Unfortunately, the voice did not come from Phoebe's mouth, but that’s the voice of a man who was exactly the same as in the hall area. Phoebe immediately turned around with her eyes closed before someone she had always followed his word and she was proud of more than anything in the world recognized her. She hoped that middle-aged man didn't see her face because her daddy was looking to the sideway while talking on his phone before a loud voice startled them both. Phoebe's lips trembled. There's no way that voice was just an illusion, does her daddy have another child from another woman that she doesn't know? Was that’s her half brother? If she looked back, it

*HUDSON’S POV*** “What the fuck have I heard?” Dad roared as he burst the office door open in a volcanic rage. It would only have been a matter of time before he heard about the rejection that I had done with Phoebe. Now he had become aware that she had gone home and would no longer be the future luna of this pack. This reaction was expected. I can't recall the last time I had my father this angry at something that I did. Motionless, I stared back at his puffing wrath. I was sure that he had more to say, so I remained quiet in my seat around the oak office desk.

As I enter into the grand palace, my dad with his arm wrapped around me, we encounter a shocked Vincent. "Phoebe! I thought I could sme... hear you!" He gasps, an easy smile gliding onto his face smooth as butter. "Hi Vincent. I've come to see Alex... oh and this is my dad, Ricky." I explain hastily. "Oh that's real great Phoebe. He should be back soon. Hi Ricky, would you like me to show you around?" Vincent easily charms my dad. "Yea sure, nice to meet you. Take it easy Phoebs, and just call me if you need any help." My dad nods respectfully.

they see us as humans and that's really good I reached for his phone and handed it over to him He dialled his number before us all and he did pick up Landon POV I smiled as I gulped down my glass of whisky Phoebe had been with me.. "So what will you do? she asked me " Aren't you supposed to be mad also?" I asked as she laughed slightly "Why should I?..I'd always support you no mater what!" she said as a call came in My dad! ohhh..he called I happily answered and then "Hi dad what's up?" I asked "Nothing's is good at all!!" he yelled at me Just then I remembered Logan said he was gonna inform him and he did??

It was a text from Emily. Emily:Hey babe! Just letting you know Josh’s dad is driving us back. We should be pulling into the driveway around 7:00 PM. How’s the house? Is my dad being a total hermit?* I grinned, typing back my reply instantly. Flora: Hey! 7:00 PM sounds perfect. And yes, your dad is currently buried under a mountain of financial reports in his study. I tried to bring him some snacks to save him from starving, but he’s taking his deadline very seriously.

"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.

he added. “Five… five minutes?” “Yes, five minutes. Don’t be late,” he answered, and the call dropped. I couldn’t take my eyes off the phone for minutes, wondering what was going on. The last time he asked me to come home, we ended up fucking each other through the rooms and corners of the house. Is this going to be a makeup? Is he going to make up for the things he’s done? “Who was that?” Emma asked, shrugging immediately afterward. “So, tell me, who is the father?”

A tear fought its way out of her eyes but she quickly wiped it away. She could also beg that he take her back, just as Annie had suggested. A thought flashed through her mind. “Let's go,” Phoebe said with an exhale as she parked beside the car. Killing the engine, she helped the toddler out of the car as they went into the house. But instead of Lucas, Trevor was the one seating on one of their sofa, with his eyes glued to their television. How had he come here? Phoebe's eyes trailed to her father whose shoulders were arched as he glared at Trevor helplessly. It was obvious that they had argued before she’d walked in.