Where's My Dad Book Novels & Stories

You need to get out there more often - Make some friends , get drunk , smoke weed , do teenage things. Me : As "exciting" as that sounds , I'm quite content reading my books and spending time with you and mom. Dad : I know , I just don't want you to miss out on life darling. Me : I'm not missing out on life dad. I just find happiness in different things. Anyway , I have to go. My chocolate cookies are waiting for me😊 Bye dad I put my phone away , and take out my books. It begins to get hard for me to concentrate on my book because I cant help but think back to what my dad said.

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

They paused by a painting of a boy and his father, standing at opposite ends of a dock, backs turned to each other. Ethan stared at it for too long. Amelia asked, “Do you have a son?” His jaw tensed. She felt it before she saw it. “I did,” he said finally. “In a way.” “What does that mean?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he walked ahead, pretending to admire another stall. But Amelia stood there, staring at the father-and-son painting, heart beating harder in her chest. She didn’t know why the question had slipped out — or why his answer felt like a door creaking open.

Readers of "Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return", Your dearest author would like to announce that I have turned this book into a series. I have written all the stories of Ethan's and Sam's children. To read the rest, simply search for the books below. Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story)

I wonder what happened to my stuff and money. There is only one thing I care about and that’s my baby book that my dad made for me before he died. It has a picture of him holding me, a little note he wrote is on the page next to it, there’s a few family stories like how my parents met, the birth of my older sisters, and of course how I came to be, and other little things that he put in there. It’s special. It’s literally the only thing I have from him. It has so much meaning to me, I’d hate it if something happened to it.

I poked my head in and saw her and Smith snuggled on the couch together. “Hey love birds, dinner’s ready” I winked at Smith and went in search of my father. He wasn’t in the hall and wasn’t outside. I eventually found him in the library, reading a big blue book. Dad isn’t usually a big reader, so I was a bit surprised. “Hey Dad” I called from the door, “What’s up son?” he said looking up at me, “Dinner’s ready” “Thanks buddy”. I stepped through the door and walked over to where he was sitting.

"Mommy, where are we going? Ivy's voice dragged me from my thoughts, and I slowly turned to face her, her wide eyes sparkling with curiosity. I forced a smile, trying hard to push the bitterness aside, hard as it was. So damn hard. "We're going to Daddy's house, baby," I softly said, my voice catching on the word. Daddy. Lying, I felt, uttering the word aloud, when all between us seemed so fragile. Ivy widened her eyes. "Daddy's house? Is it big?" I let loose with a little chuckle for her benefit rather than mine. "Yes, baby, it's very big. Her face lit up, and her excitement did a little to help the tightness in my chest dissipate. Until it didn't. Because my mind kept going back-back to Xa

“Just to meet. Dad told me that he is his childhood friend.” Oh, nice. I have no doubt about it. His father is really a good person but there is a lot of difference between Zahir and him. I do not think I have to highlight once again that he is a jerk. As soon as I open the door, Dad looks in my direction. He is sitting near a chair, a book in his hands as he was reading it. As he sends a smile in my direction like he expected me to come, he then looks behind me and stares at Zahir confusedly.

As they walked back to the dining room to the walkway she had promised to show him earlier, "I always hear about your mum but never about your Dad. Where is he?" "Last I heard of him, he was with the ladies in Haiti and then somehow found out he left for Cocacabana not long after." "Hm. He's the party man isn't he? Can't be tied to one woman kind of person?" "Yes. But at least, he finalized their divorce before he left." "Do you miss him? I mean, you talk about him without hatred or particularly love either." "He's my Dad after all. We keep in touch till now. I miss him a little bit."

By the time he made it back to his hometown, he had come down with a high fever. Now, none of it mattered anymore. When I arrived home, I found Dad's clothes and bedding strewn across the floor. Sean stood in the middle of the room, directing the movers as they stripped the photos from the walls. "What are you doing?" I asked, stunned. He folded his arms across his chest and looked down at me. "My dad's heart hasn't been doing too well these past couple of days. Shannon said he could move in here, so naturally we had to clear out all this junk."