Your Dad Will Do Novels & Stories

My dad may said not to trust everyone except Harris Miller but things are getting sketchier. "My condolences to your father...Guess his plan backfired...All you have to do is stay here with us and we will take care of you. It is our job after all and also from his request. And, you can take me as your dad also if you like." As his dad? Has this old man gone mental? I looked him up and down and snorted. Judging from his appearance, he looked kind of decent. But don't judge a book by its cover.

"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?"

He deserves everything happened to him. Edina's tears kept on flowing unstop. She fixed her eyes on her mum and said;some one has to appreciate what dad has done. I don't care what we're your reasons in doing something like that. Live your life the way you have been and we continue our lives without you. Edina added

I still heard Dad’s muffled voice on the other side of it. “Too close to home,” he said. “My family is here.” “Probably the point,” Alex said. “What would piss you off more than someone scaring your kid?” Dad went silent for a few seconds. “I’m not letting this go. I want something done. Now.” “Yes, sir. What would you like done?” “I don’t know yet.”

Dad says when he sees me. The butterflies start all over again, and for some reason I feel like I’m going to vomit. I grab my bag and go to head out of the door. “Wait! He can come knock.” Dad says. He’s very old fashioned when it comes to dating. Jagger thought it was sweet, but I’m a little concerned that Brady won’t. I’m about to sit on the couch when I hear a knock. “I’ve got it!” Dad says. He opens the door and sticks out a hand.

“Thanks, Dad.” “Now, are you guys gonna start working on grandpups right away or are you gonna make an old man wait?” Dad says, a shit eating grin on his face.

he asked, rising to his feet. "It can still be treated," I responded flatly. He nodded, as if he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. A long pause stretched between us before he said lowly, "I know that no matter what I do, I can never make it up to you, Zoey. But at the very least… finish school." Looking at him, I responded, "I will, but it's not for you. I'm doing it for Mom." He fell silent. He remained rooted to the spot, watching as I brushed past him. I didn't look back.

dad looks at me dangerously. “And? What are your plans? You will not marry her?” Dad’s question stops me. “I will, dad,” I replied, but he looked away. “You should as fast as you can. I think I can’t live long anymore.” “Dad, don’t talk like that. How about your future grandchildren?” He looks at me. “The move faster, Wilson!” I cringe when he shouted. I sigh, dad and his attitude because of getting old. “I will, dad.” He sighs.

And Athens is gorgeous, "I wish I could stay even longer. I am going to retire here." "Yeah, you will. We'll live together here. And once you're old and brittle, I'll take care of you," I promise, making my dad turn to look at me again. He smiles and comes to me for a hug. Thankfully, he's not that old and brittle yet, so he actually makes me groan with the force of his embrace. "Thank you, my beautiful son," he says, still squeezing the shit out of me, "Your kids are going to be running around and I'll help you spoil them rotten.”

Her heart sank. "If you keep pushing, you'll lose him. For good." "You already lost one son. Do you want to lose a grandson too?" "Enough!" Gerald's voice cracked like a whip. His chest heaved. "I'm not hurting him. I'm saving him. Saving this family." Andrea opened her mouth. Closed it. There was nothing left to say. Her father's fear of losing control had swallowed everything else. She stood slowly. "Your tea's getting cold, Dad. Drink it while it's warm."