Who's My Dad Novels & Stories

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.

That was enough to get me to stop asking questions about him for a very long time. That was until I turned fifteen. My mom decided that I was old enough to handle the whole gruesome story of how I came into this life and still be able to live my life without any regrets or self loathing for myself or for how I ruined mom’s life before it even started. She told me her story because she didn’t want me to live oblivious to the monsters roaming this earth without being aware of them and of what they might do if they ever sought us out. My biological father, is named Damian Zade, a very powerful and evil man that is known in all of Canada as the king of the mafia there.

He too didn't expect why he just heard. 'Why do I keep thinking about him!' "You mean -" "Yes!" Dad interrupted me "Dave Mill Johnson, your biological father" He cringes at the two last words "He wants to pay a visit soon".

Oh God Ash! Edina exclaimed as we entered my room. Ooo what! I replied looking at her innocently. She looked at me with eyes that screams l really don't know you. You have been rich all these years but never uttered a word. Before dad rose into that position of the wealthiest man in the country, it was your dad on top.lt never came into my mind that Mr. Warren is your dad. Tell me how did you manage to conseal that from every one including me? She asked. I thought that we were best friends. She added frowning as if remembering something. Okay l knew from all the stuffs you had back then that your family must be well off but cheiii It's beyond that. She went on to say.

Even though he was my dad's adopted brother , my father loved him more than anyone in the world , we all knew this . “ Are you okay ?” Ava asked me again . I knew what she was asking me about , she wasn’t asking if I was okay if my father was buried but if I was okay that I was standing a few meters away from him . The same man that had dumped my ass two years ago with the promise that he was going to return and he didn’t just for him to show up at my dad’s funeral. I was over him , I don’t just know why Ava still won’t accept the fact that I was done with that man .

He was finally coming back? For as long as I could remember, he had been out of the country. I had never met him before. He was just a name, a distant figure in the family and I heard he divorced Mrs Harrison after an arguement and now he has come back to see his daughter Tessa after so many years. A strange excitement filled my chest. Maybe… just maybe… I could finally have a father figure in my life. Someone who would call me his daughter. Someone who would protect me.

“That's sad. But there's no need to worry. You always wanted to be a princess saved by a knight. My dad is here. My father can be your knight for tonight…” A knot formed in my throat. How did kids even come up with the darnest things to say?

*“You really don’t know who you’re sleeping with, do you?” Her stomach dropped. She typed back quickly: *Who is this? What do you mean?* No reply. Her fingers trembled. Her mind raced. Her hands went cold. Her heart stuttered. The truth, now fully formed in her mind, was too surreal to believe — and too obvious to deny. She had fallen in love with her ex-boyfriend’s father. And he knew. He’d known all along. Yet he still touched her like she was his beginning — not the bridge to his past.

Marcus Hale was standing by the fireplace, taking his time and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He raised his eyes and smiled. "Good evening, Aurora." She glared at him. "Where's my father?" Marcus took a drink, one that was slow. "Alive." I want to see him— "You will." "When?" If you're ready to tell me what I want to know. Aurora frowned. I don't know anything. Marcus chuckled. But, that's what is the issue. He came towards her. “All you've known as a girl is that you're the daughter of Richard Whitmore.”

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v