Walker Scobell Dad Novels & Stories

And I want to warn him about the decision he will do. "You should know better than to listen to office gossip, Mark... People love to make up stories. If you think I'm crazy over some girl your age, you're mistaken. I'm just helping that woman get a better job. Besides, even if I were falling in love, there's nothing wrong with that. I've been a widower for a long time," he said casually, as if he didn't care what people thought. "I'm not trying to meddle in your life, Dad. But if you're going to replace Mom, find someone your own age, not mine. It looks inappropriate when the woman you want could be your daughter... Have a little self-respect, especially given your reputation," I warned him

"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.

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?"

When Mr Bala finally excused himself, my father returned, settling into his seat like a king resuming his throne. I leaned forward, the whisky heat in my chest pushing my words out sharper than I intended. “Funny, isn’t it? Strangers admire me. Even your friends. They’re proud of me for you, since you never are. Makes me wonder how your weak heart handles hearing it.” “Jace,” Scott hissed in warning. I smirked, louder this time. “What, Scott?” My father’s eyes flicked between us, unimpressed. “So tell me, why isn’t Wendy here? Her father’s been asking.”

“It was a gift from a friend. I lied for the camera because the friend prefers to be anonymous.” Scott stared at me, hurt flashing across his face. “You’re still lying. Even now. You’re still not free with me.” I kept quiet not knowing what to say anymore. Scott was someone I couldn’t lie to his face easily. My phone rang. My father’s name flashed on the screen. “Elliot,” his cold voice said when I answered. “We need to talk. Privately. About your… curator.” The call ended. I looked at Scott, scared, remembering how my dad can be when he doesn’t like someone

CONFIDENTIAL REPORT SUBJECT: Brad Wallace (a.k.a. Benjamin Wallace Jr.) SUMMARY: This report provides an in-depth analysis of Brad Wallace, also known as Benjamin Wallace Jr., and his family background. FAMILY BACKGROUND AND HISTORY: Brad Wallace is the son of Benjamin Wallace Sr., a former businessman who was embroiled in a high-profile embezzlement and negligence scandal. The scandal led to the collapse of his father's company, resulting in significant financial and social consequences for the family. Following the public exposure of his wrongdoing, Benjamin Wallace Sr. was shunned by his peers and lost his social standing. Ultimately, the shame and financial ruin proved too great, and Ben

he asked, his gaze penetrating. "I doubt my academic performance is the reason you joined me for breakfast for the first time in quite a long time dad, Or is it?" I asked, helping him skip the father-and-son chat he didn't want to have. "You've got me there, as sharp as ever, just like your mother" he conceded with a wry smile. "Williams, I want you to take a more active role in the Scorpiono business," he declared, his tone grave with intent. "What more is there to do? Apart from trading substances for quick cash," I asked, reclining in my chair and swirling the half-full glass of crimson wine. The absence of servants did not escape my notice.

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-"