Where's My Dad Book Novels & Stories

I found him kind of stupid, but it seemed girls really liked jerks in these books. The doors opened, and I focused back on getting ready, hiding the book so Dad didn’t see it. In his mind, reading was a waste of time. What was the point of living someone else’s life when you should be living your own? Or at least that’s what he keeps telling me. As I walked around the curve of the stairs, I noticed Dad was in the living room with his beta and chief of security. They all looked serious as they spoke softly to each other. Something must have happened. I walked up to them. “Good morning. Dad, did something happen?”

Panic sets in as move my gaze back to Kai, my heart thudding in my chest, and I urgently question, "Where the hell is my dad?" A lone tear traces its path down Kai's cheek as he discloses, "He's missing."

My fingers were still sticky with the evidence of my impatience, and I could feel my cheeks flush at the thought of either one of them walking in on me like this. I tied my robe hastily, not caring how disheveled I looked. My mind raced with possibilities—Adrien’s smirk, his sharp eyes trailing down my body, or Aries’ brooding presence as he took over the room without saying a word. But when I yanked the door open, the air felt like it had been sucked out of my lungs. “Dad?” He stood there with a practiced smile, his dark suit crisp and his hair slicked back like he was fresh from some corporate meeting. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. My father? Here? After all these months?

I said, remembering the crest painted over the main entrance to the Six-three. "Clear the way," Dad's eyes crinkled as if recalling a fantastic boyhood memory or dream. I had only seen him like this when he would recall his father, brothers and all of the crazy things they did growing up. "It's all recorded in his book. He called it, The Kelly Chronicles." My Spidey-senses were now in hyperdrive, I became very uneasy about where this story was going.

I stared down at my wristwatch, and decided it was best I went to dad’s bookshop. 🌿🌿🌿🌿 I got to Crown street where dad’s popular ‘Winslow Books' bookshop was located. It was situated at the last floor of a big plaza. I realized how much I’ve missed the place when I got in. The two security guards allowed me in immediately. Dad was behind the large counter, and was so much surprised when he saw me. I looked around, taking in the dozens of customers that flooded the place. “Heidi! Is that you?” Dad voiced out, standing up from his chair.

Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding. Elijah joins us and looks at me with a disappointed look. “I have searched everywhere. There’s no book on celestial wolves.” He says, and my heart sinks. “Are you sure there was a book here?” he asks. “I am. I saw Dad reading it once,” I say, trying to remember where he put it. “You won’t find it.” A familiar voice makes me look towards the door. One of the double doors is open, and Dad’s face comes into view. My breath hitches. I did not tell him I was going to look for the book.

“No. I believe he’s probably reacting to your voice. Keep talking to him.” My attention slides back to him. “Dad…I came as soon as I heard. I am sorry I wasn’t here when you opened your eyes. But I am not leaving your side, okay? It is us against the world, right? And I can not go against the world if you are not in it. Also, also…I am working hard in my internship and I am confident that I’ll kick ass in college this fall. And did I tell you that I have a new friend? Can you believe that? Me, making friends? Jane did not even know you were my dad in the beginning, and she might have thought you are a bit egotistical, but I changed her mind and she’s totally a member of your fan club now. I

I couldn’t bear another moment without him. Within minutes, I reached home, my mind racing with worry. If I broke any traffic laws, my dad would deal with it later. I dashed inside the house, finding Clara and Dad waiting for me in the living room, their expressions a mix of concern and urgency. “Where is he?” I asked, my voice strained with panic. “He left fifteen minutes ago,” Dad replied, standing up and looking at me, “You don’t have much time. Hurry.” He let out, as if he already knew my decision. Well, of course, he could read me too fucking easily.

I ignored her and rolled my eyes. “Thanx for coming, I love you dad!” I made sure it was loud enough for my mom to hear. She needed a reality check, the guy was still my dad and if she didn't like me having a relationship with him then tough, she'd have to get over it. He smiled and nodded his head in appreciation. I hugged everyone and thanked them for coming. We were then all ushered to sit, by my mom, so that I could open my gifts. I sat in the armchair and proceeded to open my gift from my dad. It was an old book, must have been centuries old by the smell of it. It didn't have any writing on the front but inside on the first page, it read, 'The History of the Hunters.' “I thought you'd l

I wondered how he would react to meeting me on the couch with his t-shirt on and no underwear. I giggled at my thoughts, at my obsession with getting fucked by my father's best friend, and then sipped the wine. I wasn't always like this, but I guess people change, especially when some old hottie starts to look at you like you're the only woman in the world. The front door opened, and a cold chill ran down my spine. His cologne, strong and choking, filled my lungs first before he stepped in. I dropped the glass and rose to my feet, slowly making my way over to him.