The Owl House King Dad Novels & Stories

Inilipat ni Elllie ang kanyang timbang sa kaliwa ng bench. Isang pulgada na lang. Oo, ngayon ay mahuhuli na niya ang lahat ng mga salita na sinasabi ng dalawang ina. “I swear to you, Susan, kung kaya ko, ako na mismo ang kukuha ng trabaho bilang yaya na iyon. Si Tyler Hernandez ang pinakaHOT na single dad sa buong paaralan. At saka, mayaman siya." Ang babaeng may pixie-cut at dreamy na mga mata ay parang hihimatayin pa ata.

I wouldn’t say it was the best idea but somehow, knowing the reason… < > The breakfast table was set and prepared, but Oliver was a no-show. My parents sent one of the maids up to his room earlier but she returned, stating he refused to answer the door. “Give him a few more minutes, sweetheart, you know how hard he’s working to take his role as King in the upcoming months,” my mother pled, caressing my father’s hand, and soothing the anger showing on his brows. “How many times must we have this discussion with your son, woman? Oliver is a grown man and he needs to start respecting other people. He is about to be King for Goddess’ sake,” my father snapped with a growl.

I squeezed her hand, and she nodded. "You should let him be..." Dad sighed, and I looked at him. "Ralph is the future King, and he has the world on his shoulders. He is also different..." Dad paused, and I squinted my eyebrows. "Different? Does he have a third eye or a second dick?" I asked, and Al chuckled. He was by now used to my blunt ways. "He doesn't have a third eye, and as far as I am concerned, I haven't heard him growing a second dick... but he is not completely an Alpha," Dad said, and I hated his cryptic ways.

The first thing I see is a tall blonde haired man with blue eyes. "My daughter Julith, Julith this is the seelie king Flint Foxgrove, his lovely wife and queen Willow, and their two sons Aeden and Alaneo," my father announced. I waved my hand slightly, not even raising my eyes, and went to sit down in my chair. When I looked up, a young brown-haired, blue-eyed asshole was sitting in my normal spot. I scowled at him, and while he smiled, I rolled my eyes and headed to the kitchen for a soda.

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.

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

Zack, "I was a little reluctant to leave Dad." Owen listened and pouted, "What is there to be reluctant about! That devil king, what is there about him that is worth being reluctant about. He only makes you do a lot of homework every day, homework that is never-ending!" He was speaking halfway, but his words suddenly came to a halt. Suddenly, he remembered that day when Devil King played Ultraman with him. He even gently hugged him and said that if he didn't like doing homework, he wouldn't force him to do it anymore in the future.

Roman brought the wolf to his face, sniffed it, and smiled when he smelled his mate on it. “Um, why don't we head out,” Ezra said as he scratched the back of his neck. The King took his Omega's hand and then opened the door. He could hear his brother's voice as he walked down the hall. He found his dad sitting on a stool at the counter with his father standing behind him, arms wrapped around the Omega and caressing his round belly. He saw his brother on the balcony with a phone to his ear, and his voice disappeared when he closed the door.

One day, we were in the living room building a fort with all the cushions. Owen was in charge of the roof, and I was the “architect,” which meant I got to boss him around. We were laughing so hard that we didn’t hear Dad come in. His footsteps were always silent despite his size. “What are we defending against?” he asked, crouching down to peek in. “Vampires!” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him in. “You’re the King!”

"Why are you laughing? First, your mom brought you to a fight, and now, your dad is abandoning you. What's there to be happy about?" Oliver was further encouraged by William's heightened emotions, and he attempted to "converse" with him. William had no choice but to bring Oliver to his bedroom. He grumbled while dragging himself to the room, "My karma must be quite bad to get a son like Kieran. I can't even retire in peace. He takes me as a nanny now. Is this how the 'King of the Business Empire' treats his dad at home? That brat…" Throughout his rambling, Oliver responded happily with unintelligible sounds. Mr. Bronswell watched as William made his way back to the bedroom, and he felt happy