Who's My Dad Novels & Stories

" Who is my father? He asked. " Your father is the late Matt Blake, he is the second richest man in this country and he was the son of the ex president of the country , your dad tried so many times to become a president but never got there but he is a powerful man" she says. " I see, I thought he had a son name Adam Blake , he is popular and also a socialite, so why do you keep calling me his only son? Ted asks , His aunt smiles.

It was a WhatsApp message from "me" Blake: [Old fool, the family fortune is mine. Dream on if you're thinking of giving it to that slut.] It was undoubtedly a text message claiming responsibility for the accident. My father's voice trembled when he shouted my name, "Blake Xavier! Call the police immediately to arrest Blake! She's a murderer! I want her to pay for this with her life!" A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye once he finished speaking. What on earth was he crying for? Was he mourning the son he never met, or was he wailing for me, his ruthless daughter?

Lyra brought my attention to my phone that was vibrating on the counter, and I picked it up to see who it was. An unknown number. I wondered who it was. "Hello," I said after I picked up the call. "Is Gia with you?" Ugh! Took him long enough. It was my dad.

He shot back. Our DNA matches… He really is my father… “But you’re not supposed to know about the older, bad boys your daughter thinks about.” I smirked at him, crossing my arms. I mean, Hunter is older than me… Well played, Liv! “It’s Hunter Kingston, isn’t it?” Dad asked with a deadpan look. My smirk dropped much like my hands that dropped down like noodles by my side. How did he find out?! His super powers! That’s how! Why did I make eye-contact?!

Frowning, I pulled my phone out to call her and immediately I pressed the phone to my ear, I froze. Her dad had just walked into the living room, shirtless, and holding a glass of wine, and we were both staring at each other in silence. My phone slipped out of my hand at that moment and Stacy answered the call as it fell. “Hey Jenny, what's up?” She chirped excitedly, her voice reverberating through the dead silent living room, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I was shamelessly staring at her shirtless father and I couldn't even think straight.

And that same maddeningly attractive face that had haunted my dreams, and I had visualized between thighs, now stood before me. Wearing a simple t-shirt that accentuated his sculpted muscles and paired with trousers, he could easily outshine any supermodel with just a single glance. I had to hold my breath so that the gasp didn't slip past my lips. "It's my daughter, Evelyn." Dad's voice made his lips part in what I could identify as astonishment. "Wait really?" He asked, looking heavily dumbfounded," She was so little then." Yeah, little but still capable enough to imagine your gorgeous face while masturbating......

"I taught you to calculate." "I didn't teach you respect." "I taught you to fight." "I didn't teach you when to let go." "That's on me." "I failed to fix what's broken in you." Ethan flinched like the words had pierced his last defense. The name buried deep in his memory. His real father's name. Tears blurred his vision. "Dad." Alexander cut him off. Voice cold. Hard. "Michael Hart's son shouldn't be this pathetic." "He was a man of honor."

I got a bit emotional, my voice raising an octave as I told this asshole where I come from. “My father is Logan James Kinsley. He is the most fearless, protective, powerful, and loving man. When he sees a wrong, he rights it. The night he met my mother and me, he saw a wrong and righted it. He loved my mother with all his heart and has loved me as his daughter. Even when she was gone, he loved and raised me as his.” I gestured to my dad as I spoke.

And why he is seeking revenge? But I can't do all that without you here. I want to make everything clear to you, just wake up* My dad killed my mom? Who is my dad? And who is my mom? I feel him grip my hand but I can't grip his back. *I don't like when you are silent like this, you have to wake let's talk about everything and anything. Wake up for our babies, wake up for me* Babies.... Our babies.... Is this guy my husband.

I hold his hand and softly massage his arms, shoulders down to his legs. "Grandpa, Ana, and Alice wanted to see you and Rina. The twin already missed you. When you wake up, let's go to the amusement park together with them. Alice and Ana would be ecstatic, and Grandpa, I found my dad. You know Carlos Park, right? He is my dad. I'm so happy that he is my dad. He is so caring and loving. I wouldn't ask for another father than him. I miss him already. He went abroad for business, and he's been away for a month now.