روايات وقصص ضمن Wheels And The Legman American Dad

My legs felt like Jell-O as I slowly slide down to my knees, The man before me was a splitting image of Syrus,an older scarier version,the lines on his face hard just showing how much if a difficult man he was,his hair that had patches of gray in the side and in front was gelled back, it was Syrus' dad , Simon Vanclavik. I saw the similar necklace I had in my pocket around his neck. I was too scared to take a second look and just squeezed the necklace in my hand that was in the pocket of my sweatpants. "Come on Dad, Syrus is pretty sensitive about the girl, it's his mate", Yedira says even though it sounds like she wants her dad to leave me alone,I can tell the amusement in her voice. She wa

"I'm sure you wouldn't want your husband to find out about this, would you, Mrs. Bamrick?" My name is Riley Bamrick. I had just finished fixing my clothes in the restroom. As I stepped outside and turned toward the trampoline area where my husband, Julian Bamrick, and my daughter, Lydia Bamrick, were, a strange man with an evil smile blocked my path. I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him.

Instead, he watched a video that had just been sent to his phone. He turned up the volume so everyone in the room could hear it clearly. "Tie her up!" My father's voice rang out from the recording. "Let her stay here and think about what she's done!" My father lurched to his feet, eyes wide with shock and dawning horror. "That's your voice, isn't it, Mr. Morgan?" the chief asked quietly. My father's mind seemed to go blank. After several seconds, he staggered toward the door, heading for the fire house.

Chase continued while watching Mike drift in and out of consciousness. "Equals six." Liam nodded at Chase as Adam re-snapped the first digit at such an angle I knew even his wolf would struggle to repair it. "He needs a wanking hand! Or I may as well kill him now!" Adam scoffed, dropping my Father's hands behind his back and kicking him into the corner. "THAT is some pretty fucked up maths!" I noted without emotion that my Father deserved whatever these men gave him, and if he thought I would help him, he was wrong!

I look back and see him walking diligently me He get to me and smile New guy: just wanna tell you am sorry for interrupting your fight maybe I shouldn't have to Jasmine : no it okay i should be the one thanking you Dad : first time I would see you with friend He smile i smile and i get to the car Dad : care if i-give you a ride New guy : not really necessary i would like to use my leg He start walking Dad : where are you going to New guy : avenue J Dad : whatt on leg (dad seem so-surprised) Jasmine : why are you amazed Dad: Avenue J is three time far from our house to school Jasmine : this can't be true

I brought my head out more to get a better look. There was a man. He was holding a bloody knife and half of his shirt was drenched in blood. He had a smirk on his face giving me uncomfortable chills. He's the weird man in the photo. The man was staring at someone. I looked at who it was. My heart dropped. "Dad." I put a hand over my mouth. I heard grunting from both men. I looked out and saw the man on top of dad. He brought his knife up and pierced it through Dad's leg.

“Don’t look so shocked, honey. You didn’t actually think I’d let this go without putting up a fight, did you?” Confusion and dread tore through me as my eyes welled with tears. He crouched to my level, grinning wide. My brows furrowed as I studied him. “When did your leg get healed?” He wasn’t supposed to have such stability, let alone bend so easily. My dad had suffered a terrible accident before I was born that left him limping, and always leaning on a crutch. “I’ve been healed.” Vinichi flung his arms open, laughing like a maniac.

This paternity test shattered Megan’s dream of becoming a rich man’s wife. My dad took several deep breaths, his eyes closed. Finally, he ordered the staff to throw her out. They grabbed her and dragged her across the floor, rougher than necessary. Just then, Brandon and Paul burst in. …… They were armed and rushed at me aggressively. “That bitch broke my legs! I’ll kill her!” Brandon shouted. His eyes were blazing with fury. It was then that I noticed he was in a wheelchair, his legs wrapped in plaster casts.

He abandoned the wheelchair, running barefoot across the field, a surge of adrenaline driving him. Ezra, watching from a distance, saw his father running on foot, his eyes widening in disbelief. The man he'd believed was wheelchair-bound for years was running with newfound speed. Tears welled up in his eyes as he comprehended the depths of his father's deceit. With hot tears streaming down his face, he braced himself and raced after them.

Losing his patience, he violently shoved me away. I tumbled down the steps. My ear slammed against the handrail, and it hurt so much that I couldn't hear a thing anymore. Mom took me to several hospitals, and the doctors made it clear that if we treated it early, there was still hope. However, we didn't have the luxury to do that. Snapping back to the present, I looked up, staring right into Ian's eyes. "Since when did the man who's so great at protecting his perfect little family become too fragile to handle the truth?"