Walker Scobell Dad Novels & Stories

I say. Dad spots Scott on the couch and Scott shoots up while still holding Snow and I take him and start petting him. "And who might you be young man?" that's my dad. "Scott Stone, sir. I live next door," my dad's eyes widen and I now know why. Am I the only one who couldn't tell Scott's resemblance to his father? Oh well. They exchange a firm handshake. "Where's your father? I'd love to meet him, I only see him on Tv. I think he's a pretty interesting man," dad says.

My father trailed off, making me snarl at him to get over with it. "The mole, the one that we've been looking for all this time..." Mr. Weller ground out his words, swallowing loudly. "That son of a bitch was happy to inform us who it was. Seems he's trying to get you as angry as you can. He needs you to get broken by this on top of Scarlett's kidnapping, so he can take advantage of that." Weller continued, making my eyes look at the wall clock.

yeah" I responded, Lisa released a sigh of relief just then a notification dropped from my I*******m, I didn't hang up the call I just tapped on the notification to check what it was. My heart dropped when I saw the post on the school's I*******m page, it was a photo of me and.... My father, my father who disappeared years ago, under the photo it was boldly written "disgraced hockey coach who accepted bribery and stole from the teams fund, beside him is his daughter Scarlett Daveson, currently known as Scarlett Winters."

Richard stared at the man for a while, and asked, "first of all, who exactly are you? Secondly, why do you want to bring Scorpion down?" Niel smiled and replied, "despite being in the force, I am one of the richest men here in Bangkok. When I was a boy, I witnessed Felix, Scorpion's dad kill my father in Pattaya. I was only twelve years old at the time and if I hadn't hidden properly, I would have also been killed.

“ If I let you go what happens to my money? He asked. Tears dripped down my face and I try to think back to how it all happened. I thought back to how we had got the sad news of my dad death that he had a cardiac arrest in his office and he died on the spot. My dad own one of the biggest construction companies in the US. My name is Kimberly Scott, eighteen years old, raise and born in Detroit. I was born to a wealthy family, my mom died while I was four and my dad got married to my stepmom who happens to be my nanny back then before my mom’s death.

the old man said. Skyler nodded, she thought of her mom and friends before she asked. "I haven't seen Mom, did she step out?" She asked. "Yes she did with your friends, they still have to go to work" he replied. Skyler didn't argue, she only nodded her head before stepping out of the old man's study. Soon Carson came to carry Maxwell, he was finally happy that the old man finally released the boy. ✬✬✬✬✬✬✬

"All this time. You knew my father was the villain of the story." "I found the first tape five years ago," Caleb said. He walked toward the window, his back to me. He looked out at the storm lashing the cliffs. "I spent my whole life admiring the 'Golden Boy' of the Walker family. Then I found out the gold was plated in blood. I couldn't tell you. I saw how you looked when you talked about him. I saw the way you tried to live up to his 'legacy.' If I told you, it would have destroyed you."

he whispered to nobody, and ghosted the bag into a pocket, tugging the jacket back into its original lazy sprawl. Stacey walked toward Pal and Gabe, evidence bag lifted. “Excuse me, Gabe?” He turned, and for a second saw the little kid who used to kick a soccer ball against the wall of her dad’s mechanical shop. He caught up. “Hi, Stace. How’s the family?” “Good,” she said, warmth slipping around professionalism. “Dad says hi.” Gabe’s smile coughed and died. Her father’s face moved through his mind—one of the good ones, one of the funerals. Stacey clocked the flicker and softened the rest.

"I'm sorry, Scar. It was all in the past, I swear that it was never my—" I cut him off, holding my hand up to silence him. "Save it Dad. Respectfully please just save it. When were you going to tell me the truth, tell me? What if Luca hadn't practically forced you to come clean? Heck, tell me if you would have told me if Luca hadn't come into our lives and exposed your dirty secret to the world." "It wasn't Luca that released the story to the press, Scar," dad muttered, but I heard it clearly and Luca did to because he told him an unappreciative "thank you."

Mateo yelled, shoving Skyler back. Skyler looked confused and amused at the same time, he was a quirky bastard. My dad came running toward us and took in my appearance. My hair was likely all over the place and my sleeve was torn. Ember was already healing what was hurt which wasn't much. “Really kids, really? With everything going on,” dad said, crossing his arms in anger. I nearly snickered, it had been so long since dad had to scold us like wayward pups. “Councilor, we await your orders, do you want Skyler punished,” Mateo said, quite seriously.