John B's Dad Novelas e Histórias

Melissa says as if I’m meant to understand. “I didn’t expect John to tell you two about Christina let alone the plan B house.” Dad says then looks at me and so do my two sisters. “About me?” I ask with confusion prominent on my face. How does this John guy know who I am and what the hell does dad mean by plan B house? And is John Becca and Melissa’s dad? “I know you have a lot of questions, and I promise I’ll answer them all when I know we’re safe enough to discuss it all.” He says.

Uncle Joe is the real villain behind Dad's story. He has always been against Dad, harboring a deep-seated hatred for nearly everything Dad has or does. It feels as if he’s an enemy rather than a brother, and I struggle to comprehend the irrational animosity he holds toward Dad. Dad has been nothing but kind and genuine to him, yet Uncle Joe only seems focused on bringing Dad down, creating chaos in his life at every turn.

I said as I swooped her off her feet, taking her out of the kitchen, and I assigned Miss Anna to take care of the food I had been cooking. “Why does daddy have to get ready by himself?” she asked as Jordan followed behind us upstairs. “Because daddy is not a baby, he’s a big boy.” “But I’m your baby,” he whispered with a playful smirk on his face, and I rolled my eyes to the back of my head. John had gone back to London to be with his wife, Linda, while Jerome decided to keep working for Jordan, even though we had told him he was family now and didn’t need to do any of that, but he insisted. Dad went back as well but always came visiting whenever he could.

Gio put on a teasing look, “Don’t be so sad my friends, we will see each other again.” “Sad? Ugh,” John replied with fake distaste. “I can’t wait to get away from you.” he pointed to Gio and shook his head, “You’re so clingy.” Gio laughed and threw his sweaty towel that sat beside him, at John. An hour later, my dad sauntered into the room. “Hey kids,” greeted my father. He had dark bags underneath his eyes and looked like he hadn’t gotten any sleep-in days. “Hey Mr. Bandit.” Replied Gio and John.

John Blac, Sapphire's dad, smiled back at his wife. “And we could have fire live with us. I'd be the happiest dad ever, wifey! I'd be so fulfilled. Having a son-in-law is like having a real son, you know.” John smiled at the thought. He and his wife seemed happy together. It's what they've always wanted for their daughter.

“John, this is your son, Zachary. Zach, this is your father.” I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. This man is my dad..? After a few minutes of shock, John embraced me with a brief hug, and we spoke while mom made him some coffee. He explained how he got back in touch with my mom and he wanted to meet me since he first found out he had a son.

I still don't see what. "I'm getting to it; it's not easy sharing this because it can cause a lot of people to get hurt if my dad's identity gets out." "Okay, I'll bite; who is your dad?" "Hayden St. John." "Hay...the senator Hayden St. John? You do know he's black, right?" She just looked up at me, and fuck if I didn't see it.

He too didn't expect why he just heard. 'Why do I keep thinking about him!' "You mean -" "Yes!" Dad interrupted me "Dave Mill Johnson, your biological father" He cringes at the two last words "He wants to pay a visit soon".

Noah peeked through the door gingerly and bellowed, "What did you call me?" "JB, Junior Bruce Lee. Uncle John used to call you this when you were little, didn't he?" I said and he looked bewildered. Uncle John used to tell me the tales of Noah and never once did he call his son by his name. He always referred to him as JB and therefore I was clueless when I first met Noah. Hearing the tales of Noah from his father during my preteen years, somewhere in my mind, I already liked Noah before I even met him.

Bex laughs, and I nod. "Who is he?" Alaric looks at her. "Max's father is friends with the Dean, makes considerable donations, and has done so for a few years." Bex explains. "Four years ago, his older son was there. He was just as bad as Max, but nothing got done. He got warnings, verbal, not recorded so it appeared like he had a perfect record. People know, so no one even wastes time reporting Max and his behaviour." "His last name, please, Bex?" Alaric looks at her.