Walker Scobell Dad Novels & Stories

"Dad's in the living room. Mom's in the kitchen pretending she's not nervous. And I'm here to referee in case things get violent." "Comforting," Skyler muttered. Dad was seated in his recliner, leg elevated, but he stood when we entered. He'd lost weight during his hospital stay, and his movements were careful, but his eyes were sharp as they assessed Skyler. "Sir." Skyler extended his hand. "Thank you for having me." Dad shook it, his grip firm despite his injury. "Skyler. I'd say it's good to see you, but I'm still deciding how I feel about you dating my daughter."

I found my dad leaving the gym with a towel around his neck from his workout. "We need to talk." "Do you mind if your old man showers first?" "I mind." He sighed knowing this was THE talk. We entered the den and my father took his favorite reclining chair. I sat in the less comfortable Victorian loveseat. "Start at the beginning. Why the hell did you hire Senator Jacobs' son?" "He's the best. He went to military school, became a Marine, and then a cop. You needed the best." I vaguely remembered my father complaining one time about Senator Jacobs' stupidity for not pulling strings and getting his only child a plush military assignment during his enlistment. This wasn't what I was after, thoug

Rob Holland appeared behind Sylvester. "Sir, I told you to stay inside the car." Sylvester almost rolled his eyes. "It's on the inside of my jacket pocket." Walker told them. "Don't move." Sylvester said. "Sir, they are all liars. We have your daughter in front of us, let's gun them down and take her." Rob considered. "Rebecca are you okay?" He asked. She nodded. "I'm fine, dad. Hunter made sure of that." Sylvester rolled his eyes.

Walker continues to explain to me. I think this is so absurd as I look at Mr. Walker’s serious face. My mouth could not utter any words. I was speechless. Great-grandfather! It all sounds like a joke to me. I scoffed and shook my head. "It can't be. Dad was just an ordinary guy. He worked in New York as a clerk and moved to West Virginia after he married mom and they — they had me." I stood up when I felt the chair getting hotter for me to sit on. But more importantly I felt like I was betrayed.

I never should have told her to run back to the house without me. “Fuck!” My fist went through the fridge and my dad walked up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “We tracked the wolves far east before their scents just vanished, Dad. Her scent as well. Those wolves aren't from any pack I know, so who the fuck were they?"

Johnny choked on a sip of his drink, and at the same time my mom dropped her silverware on the table with a loud clunk. Everyone's faces right now are priceless. "For real, brother?" Johnny pats him on the back, grinning, already acting like a proud uncle. "I'm the father of Scar's baby...We're having a baby." Cole announces, a proud smile on his face. "What are you talking about, Scarlet?" My mother scolds me, of course. "I didn't even know you guys were seeing each other!" Cole's dad looks at him, raising his brow. "It's complicated…" I tell her, not wanting to get into it.

Tanya said, sounding anxious. Tony FELL on dad's special guest. That is so not him. He would never do anything that would put his work in danger unless there was a reason. I looked at dad, who was surprisingly looking a bit tense. Even mum was scrutinizing dad with astonished eyes. I asked slowly, eyeing dad, "Who was this special guest?" Tanya paused and then spoke in a surprised tone, "I thought you already knew, Mr. Walker. It is Mr. Stephan Olsen, a well-known-"

He worked in law…something high up in the Department of Justice, though he was surprisingly modest about it. When he asked for my number at the end of the night, I hesitated. Boys like him didn’t usually end up with girls like me. But the way he looked at me… like I was something rare and beautiful… made me give in. I think I might be in trouble. --- My hands tremble as I stare at the page. Richard Walker? The man who destroyed my father. Mom hadn’t just known him. She had liked him.

I can’t tell Mom and Dad that I don’t want a mate, but that won’t stop me from bringing women home for the night. After a while, I convinced myself that I didn’t have a mate. That made it a lot easier to persuade myself that I didn’t want a mate… until last night. “Keller went up to Portland and has brought in over thirty cases this month alone, Skylar. You haven’t done shit." Dad has Skylar by the collar on the putting green. His eyes are solid black and his face is bright red as his temper flares. Jensen is staring at the ground, waiting for his turn to get chewed out.

Roxie asked as they sat there on the side of the road, Walker trying to find some tissues to clean her up and the interior of his vehicle. “They’re very..real..” Walker told her, deciding against keeping it from her. “I have them a lot,” Roxie said, “They’re very real.” “She looks like you,” he spouted. “What? Who looks like me?” “My daughter.” He and Roxie stared at each other for the longest time until a car honked at them. It was Walker’s father. “Are there no depths you’ll sink to, Walker?” Archibald called out the window as the driver slowed down, “Get her back to school and out of your fucking vehicle.”