Your Dad Novels & Stories

I said while patting the chair beside me. Mom just nodded and sat down next to me. It feels so good when someone we love accompanies us for breakfast. I really love this moment. "Where's Papa, Mom?" I asked, putting down the used glass of milk that I had drunk earlier. "Dad has already left for the bank where he worked first. He said he had something to take care of." said Mama. Dad is a retired Director of a well-known bank in this city. "Mom, I'm leaving. Please pray for your child." I said while closing the car door.

Sway, my brother has all his features. Lucky. My dad’s long black hair is always in the traditional braid down his back, and his dark eyes are fierce and severe. He’s built like an ox and has an aggressive demeanor that terrifies my friends, or, should I say, friends. I only have one. My dad is a big teddy bear, but no one else knows. He never shows his kind side around others. His father came from a long line of warriors, so it runs in his blood to be tough, unlike me, who fears an ant-sized spider.

"You're always the last one up, Maya." ‎"I was just exhausted," I said softly, my eyes briefly meeting Charles's as he took a slow sip from his mug."Well, I have to head out first thing tomorrow morning," my dad said, a gentle, wistful smile on his face. "My flight to Country K leaves early. It's a high-stakes investment deal, so I need to be there in person." "Don't worry about a thing, Arthur," Christie chimed in cheerfully, bumping her shoulder against mine. "I'll take care of Maya. Even if she acts like my little sister."

I tilted my head away from her hand. I looked up at them. "Mom said everything is mine. Nobody touches it." Dad's face fell. "What do you know? You're a kid. Your mom spent every day scheming." The doorbell rang. A steady, low voice carried in from the front hall. "Excuse me. Is Mr. Alex Caldwell home?" The study door opened. A man in his forties walked in: gray suit, wire-rimmed glasses, black briefcase. He stopped in front of Dad.

"How are you, anyway?" "Me? I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?" I laugh, trying to match his casual tone, but I know he’s fishing for something. "Your dad," he says softly, and I stiffen. "You and your dad were close. He adored you, but since everything happened, you haven’t really talked about him."

my dad says looking at me disappointingly. Mr. Blakemore smacks his hands on Dad’s desk, startling everyone in the room, before leaning closer to me and raising his voice. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that young man, remember I’m not just your boss at work but I am also your girlfriend’s father. You should ...”

I picked her up and dropped her on my lap. The smile on her face had already vanished and I could see the fear on her face. How to tell her this? “Your dad was a very good man but…” “But he… He is now a… He loves you so much, Diane. Your dad loves you very much and he didn’t want to leave you anytime soon. He is sorry and I am sorry” Tears were clouding my sight as I saw the tears gathering in her eyes too. “He is now… He is now with your mum. They are both stars, Diane” The tears quietly rolled down my cheeks and she broke down in tears.

I managed, my voice betraying the sorrow that clung to my every word. His gaze held mine, a silent exchange of emotions that transcended words. In those fading eyes, I saw a mixture of love, regret, and a father's silent plea for understanding. I couldn't help but think of the untold stories that lay hidden beneath the lines etched on his face—stories of a life lived, battles won and lost, and the weight of leadership that had shaped him into the man I called Dad.

Uncle gave reason cupping my breasts squeezing them, and sliding himself slowly inside me. “OK and what are you doing,” Dad asked. “I am having…” Before Uncle can complete, Dad cut him off” Beer, Really Harrison you should find some pussy for you and drill hole buddy”. My eyes widen looking at Uncle who had a smirk on his face. I never heard Dad talking like this “Charles, I am happy with my arrangements”. “Harrison you must have forgotten the erotic sound of nipples sucking and coming in the warm hole, it's bliss” Dad was saying, like he was in his happiest moment.

Before l could say something more, she went on to say; Dad is in his forties Ash but he doesn't have a child of his own. This definitely hurts his pride as a man. The very reason l couldn't stand shameless mum. The poor must have been through a tough time when he discovered the truth.Now l came to think of it..... She paused for few seconds and resumed talking.....