You Re Not My Dad Novels & Stories

I demanded, my voice trembling with emotion. My family exchanged uneasy glances, their faces blank and impassive. "No, we didn't," my dad replied curtly, his tone dismissive. I felt a surge of frustration building inside me. "How can you not know?" I yelled, the words tumbling out in a rush. "How can you not even bother to remember your own daughter's birthday?" My dad shrugged indifferently. "It's not that important," he said casually, as if my birthday were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

“You’re not joking, right?” I sighed deeply. “I wish I were, but yeah. Moses fucking Braddson is my father.”

"I already lost my dad to cancer, I won't let you too." ●●●

I'm telling dad. I'm telling dad. Telling dad. I hate her so much right now.

"Dad, what did you say?" Lewis asked, his voice trembling. His eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils contracted violently. He clearly hadn't processed what Elliot had just said. Elliot quickly shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around me, then stepped forward to punch Lewis square in the face. "You don't deserve to call me Dad. I don't have a son like you." "Ah!" Lewis immediately clutched his nose. Blood poured through his fingers. "Dad, she's tricked you! She's a total mess. She was my girlfriend before I went abroad—"

"If I don't..." "...your father dies."

I’m not sure if it’ll work, but I don’t know who else I can try. Jai… he’s an option too… ‘Dad, Jai, can either of you hear me?’ I call through the link. ‘Dad. Jai!’ ‘Sebastian?’ Dad’s voice comes. He sounds almost unsure, and his voice is as cold as it was from the start. ‘Dad, I need you to listen to me.’ ‘That time was gone. You really turned out to be your mother’s son… and for someone who said they no longer saw me as their father, why call me Dad?’

It was my choice not to date until I met Edward. And how did that turn out for me? Not good. Now this thing with ‘him’ really ruined my view on men and dating. I don’t think that will change… ever. “I’m going back to Italy.” Dad rubbed my arms up and down, my eyes drooping. The countless sleepless nights are catching up with me. “For Reed Airlines?” I yawned, and he hummed a yes. “When do we leave?” Dad’s fingers run through my hair, a gesture he has done since I was a little. “I’m going alone.”

I didn't understand anything about him Me: Mom, how Dad left us, I'm not following you Mom: (weeps)😖😭😭your father had an accident, he didn't survive, he died immediately What she was saying didn't sound in my head, my father? She's joking I think Me: Mom stops joking, I had dad on the phone not long ago, he told me that he loves me and that he is proud of me and that he loves you too. So what you say makes no sense

Just as Andrew was about to carry me away, Robert roared, "Put my wife down!" Before I could react, Lucy broke free from Becca's grasp and ran straight toward Andrew. "Andrew, my dad is a bad man! He's always bullying Mom with that bad woman! I don't want him as my dad anymore!" Andrew ruffled her hair. "Alright, Lucy. Come home with me." His voice was gentle, but when he turned to Robert, his tone turned to ice.