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"You don't get to talk about him, Quentin. That baby was doomed from day one. Nobody wanted him. Why bring him here just to suffer?" I stepped forward, slow and silent, like something already gone. Blood slid down my legs, thick and warm, leaving smeared footprints behind—little bits of what used to be. I stopped inches from him. My voice? Empty. "Even his dad wouldn't claim him. So tell me—who was actually waiting for him?" Quentin's lips tightened, but his eyes gave him up. Full of fear. Shaky. Shattered. His mouth opened. Nothing came out. He had nothing.

“No.” Damian stepped closer and placed the envelope on the small table beside her. Nova couldn’t look away from it. Her father had been dead for six years. She knew his handwriting, the loops, the slant, every careful capital letter. She looked back at Damian. “Where did you get that?” His expression had gone completely serious. “From your father.” Nova’s heart stopped. “That’s impossible.” “I know.” “He’s dead.” “I know that too.” Her voice shook now. “Then what the hell are you talking about?”

The Serene Me and K planned to go somewhere out today with dad ,but dad ended up refusing that he wants to spend some time with his wife . Dad loved mom with all his heart . I didnt remember her much but i remember that she is the most beautiful women anyone have ever seen maybe thats the reason why my dad was head over heels in love with her . Hope i will too find someone like him . Going downstairs ,i wanted to watch tv but then i heard my dad conversing something on call .

I said, remembering the crest painted over the main entrance to the Six-three. "Clear the way," Dad's eyes crinkled as if recalling a fantastic boyhood memory or dream. I had only seen him like this when he would recall his father, brothers and all of the crazy things they did growing up. "It's all recorded in his book. He called it, The Kelly Chronicles." My Spidey-senses were now in hyperdrive, I became very uneasy about where this story was going.

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

Then she stood up and made her way to the kitchen. The father looked at his son keenly and smiled, knowingly. Then exclaimed. “So you want me to tell a story! right?” Frank Dubila quipped. “Yes dad, something good and original” Junior confirmed with style. “But my son, I’m not Scheherazade of The one thousand and one night. I am just your dad, living in a contemporary era...” looking at him as he reposed on his arms, “…reading books and trying being your dad and make you laugh.”

As if he was afraid I wouldn't believe him, he added, "I'll look into the hospital, your school, and everywhere your mother visited. I'll find out what happened with that card, too." I pulled the door open a fraction wider. "Do whatever you want." Right after saying that, I lowered my head and continued sorting through the review materials on my desk. Even though I had already submitted my withdrawal application, I still couldn't bear to part with those textbooks. Multiple emotions swirled in Ian's gaze as he stood at the doorway and watched me flip through the books with my head down. Still, I didn't look up. I was well aware that he could dig as deep as he wanted now, but it would never ch

my dad’s voice cut through the room and I saw him to my left with a glass in his hands. My dad is rather young, he is just forty four. He had me when he was nineteen years old and a trust fund baby like me. He has told me the story more times than I can count. He was frivolous with his money and enjoyed spending it on women. He met my mother in a night club and they had a one night stand. She realized she was pregnant and thought it would be a good idea to try to blackmail my father. She waited until she had given birth and appeared on his front porch with a baby in her hands.

I don’t push on the matter as I’m the same with my books; I love to read on paperback rather than those hideous eReaders that you have to keep charged and smack you in the face when you fall asleep. “You are going to make a hole in my floors if you keep pacing like that, woman. I already called Beta Jack and it went to his voicemail. I tried the mind-link but I had no response either. Sweetheart, he must be busy with travel arrangements so be patient and come sit by my side.” Dad pats the sofa meking Mom stride diligently to his side. “That’s my little good Omega.” “Oh shut it, old man.” But she kissed him on the lips and Dad moaned in delight.