Yo Dad Novels & Stories

He announced. I never knew who our real father is. Mom married Ronan when I was three and since then, he insisted on me calling him Daddy. He wanted Yuan to do the same but Yu just called him Uncle. Ronan’s been a good father to me. Yuan spent most of his time in medical school, leaving me with Mom and Dad, but that didn’t stop the two of them from bonding together. Ronan’s a Town Mayor in Chicago that’s why they stayed there longer.

Aaron complimented. “Please, you don't have to lie. Daddy never liked that I wasn't interested in the family's business." Maya huffed, her voice tinged with sadness. Aaron wanted to correct the young lady that her father was, in fact, very happy that she chose her own path and wouldn't stop telling anyone who cared to listen that his daughter was smart, but he held his tongue. He hoped that a different day and a better time would surface for that. “Ah, I should go.” The man said, rocking his heels as he stared at his watch.

Uncle Donald said. "Well, the ten-year trial is over. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you and Mike." Uncle Donald's composure was cracking. His eyes rested on my face for a moment. He stepped closer and lowered his voice, so only I could hear. "You know something?" A cruel smile curled across his lips. "I'm the one who killed your father."

I could hear the strain in his voice, and I rolled my eyes. “Yes, that’s the one.” “Well, tell him I said hello,” my father said. “I’m glad he’s back in the States. I’d love to get together for dinner sometime if he’s going to be here for a while. Also, may I remind you, son, that not everyone will be like Natasha. You don’t need to hold yourself back.” My father continued talking about the importance of moving on from the past and giving love a second chance. I listened politely. We caught up on a few other things before I hung up the phone.

So I'd ubered back to my dad's place in Brooklyn Heights around eleven PM, using my key to let myself in the front door as quietly as possible because I didn't want to explain why I was home early. The house was dark except for the lights blazing in the pool house out back. Poker night. Fuck. I'd completely forgotten. Every Friday, my dad hosted his buddies for cards and cigars and the kind of male bonding that involved expensive whiskey and trash talk about the Knicks. It had been happening since I was a kid. I usually made sure to be gone because sitting through dinner beforehand meant enduring their dad jokes and questions about whether I had a boyfriend yet. I should've just gone upstair

“I’m not crying." "You were obviously going to cry!" Jay said. Jenson adjusted his emotions. Jay asked him, "Now, can you tell me where you went? What did you do?" Jenson was astonished. "You actually don’t know?" "Daddy isn’t a prophet," Jay said. "I don't believe it. You definitely did this! You got me into Legendary Youth College, didn’t you?" "Congratulations! Daddy really didn't know about this. Daddy is not that capable that he can make the world's number one youth college open a back door for my son."

All Yours Daddy. “Oh my goodness… Devine…. ARHHHH YES!! Give it to me Daddy!! Give it to me.” Nuella moaned breathlessly not realizing how hard she was grinding against his face until he finally let out a low groan, attesting to how much he loved her action.

"Were you reborn too? I get it—you're just feeling upset, that's why you chose my dad. But you'd definitely regret it!" I kept admiring my dazzling reflection in the mirror, retorting coolly, "Regret? Why would I? And know your place—I'm your stepmother. I'll tell your dad if you keep being rude." Stumped for a moment, Dylan growled softly but threateningly, "Did you think you've won just because you're with my dad?! We'll see! Oh, and don't you forget—he's going to die in a couple of years, and he is sterile!"

He turned to the teachers in the office and asked, "Could you please step out for a moment? This is a family matter." Ms. Hill hesitated for a moment, but she ultimately left with the others. The moment the door clicked shut, only the three of us were left in the room. My bad, Eugene was also here. He stood beside Elena with his head hung low and his hands clenched tightly. Ian closed the distance between us and growled, "When exactly are you going to stop throwing these tantrums, Zoey?" I almost laughed when I heard that. "I'm throwing a tantrum? What did I even do? Did I write that post, or did I beg you to acknowledge me as your daughter yesterday?

Rylie noticed. Joshua scoffed bitterly. “Yep! I surely remember my dad getting all handsy with Addison. It was so disgusting to watch yesterday and I was so embarrassed for the two of them.” Rylie wanted to comment on the fact that he was probably feeling jealous and not embarrassed but she just decided to keep shut on the whole matter. “Addison ... Addison ... Addison ... .” Joshua muttered to himself as he cracked his fingers one by one. “I keep trying to figure out ... what do you want with my dad? Isn’t it obvious that he’s too old for you?.”