Your Dad Novels & Stories

he insisted. "Right, another reason." I looked him in the eye. "But no matter what that reason was, the only person who ended up dead was Mom." Ian's expression changed in an instant. "What did you just say?" I looked him dead in the eye and spat out, "Mom's dead. She died three months ago in the hospital, and the last things she was worried about before she died were still my tuition and my college entrance exam."

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

"Hello dad, I've missed you. How are you doing?" "I'm doing great. You?" There was a small pause and then he continued. "Congratulations on getting your art sold. Though I would have loved to have my face on the canvas." He said with a small chuckle. I laughed at his comment. "Yours will be next, dad. Remember Mr. Blackwell looks like an action movie actor...easy to draw." I lied. "Alright, I'm no longer jealous. How's the school? Do you like it and do you like London?"

my dad asked. "Yeah, just thinking about mom," I replied. "Me too," he looked back at the paintings. I took in all of them. My father was awfully quiet, she was the love of his life. That is another reason why he hasn't moved on, but he does go out and have fun, as he says. My father is a handsome man and any woman would want him too, but I guess he isn't ready for any commitments either, as Tristan had been before me.

As long as you can put up with the torment of this chip for five years, Estelle will spare you. Dad's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "That damn girl! I'm her father, so how can she do this to me?" The doctor chuckled softly. "You don't even know, do you? Estelle has already legally severed ties with you through emancipation. To her, you're nothing more than an enemy now." … When Dad woke from anesthesia, aside from a slight stinging sensation in his throat, he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. He let out a few disdainful laughs.

“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?”

“Marvel just got a Wii and wants new games for it. He also likes dinosaurs and firetrucks.” I figured I would throw my dad a lifeline. I know he didn’t really mean to be an ass earlier. He was actually a great dad, and I know he will be a great grandfather too. Dad nods with a small smile. “I don’t know what a Wii is, but I know dinosaurs and firetrucks. What about Vivian? What does she like?”

Maybe… “Tell him Daddy misses him.” Everything inside me stopped. Lungs refused to draw breath. Heart thudded painfully. Vision blurred. Tell him… Daddy misses him? I waited for him to correct himself, to laugh and say, “I mean Uncle Sam.” Anything. But he didn’t. His voice remained tender, warm—tender in a way he had not been toward the life growing inside me. And in that moment, the truth settled like ice: He wasn’t talking about his nephew or Veronica’s children.

he said “Dad, you are all that I got left. It’s true that you won’t walk get but you have all tried you best to make me happy even though how it may be. You are a hardworking man and a fighter that can doing anything to make sure that I don’t lack anything. Dad, I make a promise to you today that I will try my best to make you happy and proud. I will always be your pride till the day I die” I said and embraced my father.

He smells of shoe polish and cologne. “How have you been, my dear?” Dad asks me, cocking his head to one side with a big grin on his face. He does not mind the fact that his teeth are stained from his many years of kola nut addiction; he flashes a grin anytime he sees an opportunity to. “I am very fine, Dad!” I say. After not getting the role of Sugarplum Fairy, a date with Adam is a befitting consolation prize. “How have you been?” I ask him not out of courtesy or habit but because I really want to know. I worry about my Dad more than the average girl. After the demise of my Mum when I just turned four (too young to even remember it), I am the only family he has. He does not even have a gir