Where's My Dad Book Novels & Stories

Dr Jerome said and stood to his feet. "Thank you," Aiden acknowledged. "You are free to use this place if you want time alone. I have a rooftop for relaxation. If your father left you this book, I am sure, there is something he wanted to tell you directly inside this book," Dr Jerome said and Aiden nodded before Dr Jerome exited the office. Aiden opened the book and a book separator fell out of it. He picked it up and slipped it into a random page of the book. He read the note from his father whom he never met.

"Oh?" "You saw that stupid book too?" Something in my suddenly calm eyes made him freeze. His pupils exploded. He stared at me in disbelief. "You’ve known this whole time?" I let a cold, thin smile curl my lips. "Of course I did." "Why do you think I stopped loving you out of nowhere?" "Why do you think I latched onto your dad so fast?" I looked down at his instantly devastated face, my voice cutting like ice. "Because the second I learned how our story ends, I saw you as a dead man walking."

My father opened the bag . There were many books in that bag .He picked a book and gave it to me . He said to me "Go and read this book ." I asked " Which book is it ?" He stood up and replied " There is a true story written in it " "Which story "I asked . "The true story of that weird house " "True story?" "Yes , true story ". "But...…but …,how …..?" "You know what " "What?"

A month passed, and Dad had put on a little weight. Christmas was three days away. I walked into the pigpen and crouched down in front of Dad. Dad curled up on the straw, his haggard face completely stripped of the handsomeness he once had. He opened his eyes slightly, then shut them in disgust when he realized it was me. "Get away from me, you little bastard!" I took in every detail of his face, unwilling to look away. I whispered, "Dad, Christmas is coming. You'll be reunited with your family soon. Are you happy?"

Instead of heading out for break when others had gone for theirs, I remained alone in the empty classroom reading a particular book with me. The other day after Kai had spoken of me being a repeller, we both had created an evening time to head to the old cottage where I had always gone to at times.(Read Chapter 4 page 6 to remember) The cottage was my dad's. This cottage around the main house where my family was wiped off the face of the earth. The cottage was like my dad's hidden lair because it was very hard to find and after a rumage through the shelves, Kai had stumbled on the book again and had passed it to me.

"I need to go to church this evening, it's already so late" I glance at clock on the television, seven twenty two, when did it reach seven pm. "I'll see the both of you when I'm back, your boyfriend is hot by the way" she kisses my forehead and grab her keys before leaving. I kneel on the floor and go through my dad's pile of books on the floor. A black glittery journal-like book catches my attention and I open it. ~~To Bailey, the reason I'm a better man~~ I close my eyes, smiling sadly at this, this is a gift from my dad.

" and I was the reason you were born" " what the hell was that dad? Haha" " In case you forgot haha" Oh God, thank you for giving me this kind of parent. END OF CHAPTER 40

I just smirked and then continued. "And besides, I just wanted to finish reading your book dad. Ang ganda naman kasi nito. Mary J's life was very intriguing to read. With how she survived with the darkness in her life---" "What book, Samantha?" I frowned when dad cut me off, suddenly turned serious. Gone was the playful look his eyes as it turned curious and alarmed. "Your book, dad. Remember that book na dinala mo rito kahapon? I've found it in your office kaya binasa ko." I informed him with a smile before I showed him his book na hawak ko ngayon.

my dad said then he turned back to me. “Get up sleepy head, your mum is waiting for you at home, it's the weekend, you don't want to be late for shopping,” my dad smirked at me. I loved my dad mostly for one thing, he never fails to spend on I and my mother. He would take us on lovely vacations and despite my both parents being too busy, they still never made me feel lonely. “Alright, I'll be downstairs,” my dad stood up, exiting the room, but Mattias didn't follow him. What! Mattias was now heading to where I laid.

Not toward me. Away. Down another corridor. Gone. Like he had never been there. Like I had imagined him again. I stood frozen. My fingers curled slowly into my palm. My chest tightened—not in pain, but in something worse. Something unfinished. Dad said something behind me. I didn’t hear it. Because all I could think was— He was here. He was right there. And I still couldn’t reach him. I finally exhaled. Shaky. Slow. Then forced myself to walk forward.