You're The Best Dad Ever Novels & Stories

“You only care about yourself. I begged you to quit your job. I have money! Heck I can buy the whole state if I wanted to!” “Your father has the money Jayden,” I corrected in a cool, detached tone and his face turned red with anger. Let’s just say he didn’t like being compared to his father. “Screw you Katie,” he said helping Carol with her dress and an obvious realization that I had been too dumb to notice hit me like a fiegn truck. “How… how long has this been going on?”

Zade says quietly, pointing at me, "you’re holding everything in." "What? Because I’m not falling apart over the bastard?" My voice rises, annoyance boiling up inside me. "Izzy," he snaps, grabbing my chin, his fingers firm but not rough. "He might have been a monster. He might’ve been evil and malicious. But he was still your fucking dad. That kind of bond doesn’t get wiped away quickly or easily." His intense gaze burns into mine, and I feel my defenses crumble for a moment. I sigh, my eyes dropping to avoid his.

And you know what you did . He isn’t no fool , that is the last thing that he would be and that is why over the years , I have tried my best not to get on his bad side . You have hurt your dad and not even a word that you say is going to change his mind about what he is about to do , he hates me and I am pretty sure he is so disappointed in you to even listen to whatever that you have to say . I have to tell you this child , be prepared for the worst because you have lost him at this point and I can only imagine what he will do when he finds out what you did to get that man .

My dearest Aurora, If you're reading this, then I've already left. Please don't blame Alexander. This was my decision. This afternoon I was contacted by Marcus Hale. If I gave myself up to you you would leave me alone. I couldn't allow my mistakes to destroy your future. Please don't look for me. Live your life. And if you can... Forgive your father. I love you. —Dad Aurora was getting to the final line of the paper, which was all smeared with tears. "No..." Her voice broke. "No..."

he smiled at me as his eyes glazed over. I shook my head. "No, Dad. Allow me to buy my own car with my first paycheck. You have done so much for me over the years and I cannot expect this of you too. You have given me a roof over my head, food to eat and made sure that I was in the best schools and that I had the best doctors for my Endo. So, thank you for everything, Dad," tears streamed down my face now. "I will miss you, but we will see each other," I smiled through my tears.

dad says. "Done, I'll say it's their defaulted bot even" I reply with an evil smile, best way to get back to business. "That's why you are my favorite son" dad says laughing, yup, that's exactly why I'm his favorite!

He picks it up and laughs when he reads what’s on it. ‘The best dad in the whole kingdom.’ “I guess she is right. I plan to be the best dad and a better mate for only you and my kid, Minerva.”

His smile is huge. "I love you, Daddy! I love you so much! This is the best day ever! This is the best day of my whole life!" "I love you too, buddy." "I love you, Mommy! I love you the most! You're the best mommy in the whole world! You're the prettiest! You're the smartest! You're everything!" "I love you too, baby. The most." The day is perfect.

His voice rumbled low, playful. “Nova, you are the river, through my stone…” I chimed in, proud of myself for remembering the words. “The echo that makes me whole, a gentle fire in my bones…” Then Mum joined in, dramatic as ever. She belted the last line with the flair of a diva who deserved a standing ovation. “I find forever wherever you arrrre—” I collapsed into Dad’s lap, giggling while he blew raspberries into my stomach. My world was whole. My chest felt like it might burst from too much love.

Mom’s words were laced with venom, suggesting that if he didn’t agree with her, there would be problems. Dad shrugged. “If she were twenty, then it would matter. But she’s not. She’s almost thirty.” Dad looked at me. “You like this guy?” “A-a lot,” I stuttered, unable to believe how well things were going so far. “He’s a good guy?” “One of the best I’ve ever met.” My chest swelled with pride as I realized the words were true. Mom shook her head, going back to work in the kitchen, although not without an aggressive amount of banging of cupboards and drawers being involved.