Walker Scobell Dad Novels & Stories

Scar laughs without even realizing, “I actually complained that to Mom once, saying how they were so beyond happy at your arrival when I had been there the whole time. Mom tried to lie and was saying how they were just as excited when I was born when Dad just spilled the beans telling me that he has always wanted a daughter, even more so after the first few hard years of having me! “So I went to see you, as a very grumpy customer, you know?” Damian laughs, too, “You were laughing only a second ago before I reached your cradle, and at seeing me, you suddenly stopped laughing and flinched small into your swaddling clothes, just like now. Dad suspected that I bullied you for a very long while!”

Skyler Distillery is so important to us and it’s the treasure that Dad left us. “Son, when Dad dies, you and your siblings will inherit this,” Dad said as we were outside the building. Mom was with us and they brought me here except for my other siblings. Dad didn't let them out of the house because they did something that made him angry. They ran away from home to wander around the neighbor's garden at night and I almost got into trouble with them.

I had no love that would run to me as soon as I get off the yacht and sweep me off my feet… There was no more Lucas… But there was my father. A man of his word. The last set of words he said to me before I decided to hop on a public yacht when I could have used one of the many my father owned, rang through my mind… “it’s time you grow up, Scar. it’s time for you to get married and take over my position as the Director.” Yes, I was born with the most expensive golden spoon in my mouth. I was born into wealth and even now, twenty-six years later, I was still living a luxurious life after all I was the only child of the famous Director Of COBBS GROUPS, Micheal Cobbs.

I want every dollar I paid returned, I want a public apology, and I want the truth about what happened to my father's remains. "I'm not settling this quietly, and I'm not letting you keep getting away with bullying vulnerable people without a shred of decency." The families gathered around joined in immediately, their voices rising together. "That's right! No backroom deals! They need to investigate this properly!" "Pull up the footage, bring out the logbooks, and let everyone see what they've really been doing!" "They can't be allowed to sweep this under the rug, or more people are going to get scammed!"

"A fool?" "Imagine my surprise when I did some checking around and found out that my dear old dad wasn't the one who started the Heaven Hill MC. It was actually a William Walker Sr. who has nothing to do with my family, and everything to do with the man who adopted Drew." "It doesn't matter, you're close to having Bowling Green in your pocket," Travis argues with him.

she yelled. “I understand everything,” he snapped. “Too well. I know all about your pot smoking. Blake told me all about it.” Scarlet narrowed her eyes, wondering what he was talking about. “You saw Blake?” she asked, surprised. “I did,” he said, “I went to the Wilsons. I saw him and I made it clear that he is never to see you again.” Scarlet reeled at his words. She couldn’t believe it: her dad had gone to the party. He had shown up in front of everyone. He had confronted her ex-boyfriend. How humiliating. Now, she’d never be able to go back to school.

Dad said, smiling widely. “And I accept,” Professor Callahan shook hands with Dad. Dad then invited me to his favorite restaurant. He have a meeting and wanted me to meet him. I decided to skip classes and go with him. We were heading to the parking log when Dad saw Nixon. He stopped and side eyed him while the latter avoided his eyes. “Dad, I think you know Nixon was a werewolf. His father was a member of the council of the Golden Claw,” I asked while in the car.

I shook her hand, my eye noticing the large diamond rock on her finger, "How's your dad doing? He must be pleased that you're finally settling down?" Caleb came from money, lots of it. His father was a well-known businessman, and one of the most notorious billionaire players. He always had a different woman on his arm. "He is, but Gramps is pretty pissed with him. Mind if we join you?" "Not at all," I offered a smile to Selma. Caleb and I had been inseparable since we met at school, I had been fourteen and he was fifteen. We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one.

"Don't worry. No one will get to bully you." I leaned into his arms, sniffling, "My finger hurts so much. Thank goodness you came when you did…" Dylan was staring fixedly at us, completely ignoring Lily's screams as he suddenly said, "Dad, you're being too close to Wendy. That's improper—just put her down. I know I've made a mistake…" "What's improper?" John snapped. "And quit using Wendy's first-name. She is your elder—I will be marrying her next month."

“Let’s go, little guy. We are going back to your Dad. I don’t see your Mom though.” Scottie looked up and met the pair of sad eyes from the big guy that held him the entire rough car ride. It was the big guy that made him feel safe despite the circumstances. Scottie heard everything. He might not understand everything, but he knew one thing—they were at the mercy of his father. “Kid, does your father really buries people in walls?” The big guy found a topic as he slowly went out the SUV. He was not really curious about this. Seeing how far that Elijah would do to get back his son, the big guy knew that the kid was not lying.