Novel & Cerita Who's My Dad

The two siblings can be alive and they can be Leo and Rhino if he ever looks for them. After a long silence, I heard his scoff. My heart skipped a beat, thinking he wouldn't believe my story. "What a sick bitch. If you're telling the truth, then what's your father's full name?" Fuck. Do I use Dad's name? He's already dead and he used to be in the FBI too. I'm sorry, Dad. Just this once. "It's Mauricio Ravestreen." "That's a Latin name. Where's he from?" "I don't know." He was from Colombia. "He disowned me before I even got to know him."

"Don't you have name?" I ask with a grave voice wearing a weird looks while I bited my lips too. How can someone be replying with it's me. Well, if I truly know the person I wouldn't have ask who the person was. A lot to teach those kids who thought they know all. Mtcheew... "Your dad." My dad said with a cool voice. "OMG!!" I was so very excited and shocked. For the past two weeks now my dad had left for work that took him to Germany. I literally can't believe he came unannounced.

I asked him and tousled his blonde hair. "Yeah. Will you buy for me?" He asked, and I smiled. "Your Dad will." "My Dad?" Kaleb asked, as he swiftly turned, standing in front of me. He looked from Jace's face to Edwin's face, wondering which of them was his Dad. "Mom, where is my Dad? They are Kevin's Dad and Justin's Dad? Why is my own Dad?" Kaleb's face turned sad as he looked back at me with his enchanting blue eyes.

Suddenly, Dad and I both heard the door ring, interrupting our conversation. "I'll take it; get dressed; your date might be waiting," Dad jokingly said before landing a kiss on my forehead. I chuckled as I watched Dad leave my room. I wish I could find someone as good as my Dad. Ever since I was a little girl, my dad has always been my superhero. He was the embodiment of everything I admired in a person. Kind, loving, and always there for me, Dad had set the bar high when it came to finding a potential partner. But as I grew older, the harsh reality of the dating world altered my perception.

“who is dead?." She asked searching my eyes. “My dad." “Who, Mr Winthrop?." “No, Kylee. My real dad." Apparently, my mum was still on the phone. “What was his name?." I asked her picking up the phone one more time. Kylee opened the cabinet and rammed through it, searching for something. “I thought something happened to you." My mother cried. “Mum, his name, tell me what his name was." “Christopher Cross... Everyone call him Chris."

He looked around the room until his eyes settled on me. "Is that you, Son?" No one called me son. Not eveen Moe. I stared at the man hard. "Don't tell me you don't remember me? I guess I have been gone a long time. I'm Chuck. I'm your dad." The kids were here so I couldn't curse. Instead, I mumbled, "Shiiiiitake mushrooms."

“We need to get out of here now.” "Why?” I frowned at him, my gaze suspicious. “Why should I go with you when I don't even know who the bloody hell you are?” “Because I'm your dad.” “My what??” For the third time since I woke up in the hospital, I was swept off by a revelation, one that made no sense. At least, having a lover like Mark and a best friend like Kenzo was understandable, but never a father. I might have lost my memories of the last two years, but not the ones I had before I allegedly left the States.

He stayed still, like a man who knew movement would be the same as confession. “I saw the way he looked at you at the barbecue,” Lily said. “I felt the way he reacted when you called his name. It wasn’t nothing, Dad.” Damian exhaled slowly, then pulled out the chair across from hers and sat down. “You’ve always been sharp,” he said. “That’s not an answer.” He studied her for a long moment, eyes searching hers for the version of his daughter that might still want to believe in a simple world. He didn’t find it.

"Raphael K. Clementine. That is his full name. He is my son." "What?!" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet. "Wait! You mean to tell me that I just got married to my ex-boyfriend's daddy?!" I exclaimed. He doesn't even look like he is a fricking dad to a grown-up! Keith's revelation sent shockwaves through my mind, leaving me speechless and bewildered. "Just how old are you, Keith Clementine?" I asked, giving him a suspicious look. "You don't need to know." "Whatever your old age might be, it certainly doesn't do justice to your looks."

I still don't see what. "I'm getting to it; it's not easy sharing this because it can cause a lot of people to get hurt if my dad's identity gets out." "Okay, I'll bite; who is your dad?" "Hayden St. John." "Hay...the senator Hayden St. John? You do know he's black, right?" She just looked up at me, and fuck if I didn't see it.