Peerless Dad Raw の小説・ストーリー

Dad’s a respectable 5’9” with warm light brown hair, ocean blue eyes and light skin and he’s buff as all get out. “It’s just not fair. You’ve trained me since I was a pup, I could take on those dickheads any day. You know I can,” I say dejectedly. My dad is a warrior, and my mum is an aerobics instructor in the city. Fitness is basically ingrained in my DNA. “I do know that. I wish they could see how amazing you are,” he says, lifting my chin up. “They will one day. Now go, and remember to keep to the tree line,” he warns.

Dad raised a brow in my direction and I crossed my arms over my chest. “What are you, my doctor?” “Close enough.” “Your grandfather drank a bottle of whiskey every day and he is very healthy.” “My grandfather is a senile old man that everyone hates in the business world. Is that the look you’re going for?” “I’ll tell him you said that.” “He’ll agree with me,” I shot back unable to keep the smile off my face. “Go to sleep dad, and call off these bonding exercises for fucks sake.” “Was it bad?” he asked and I shot him a bland look. “I want to kid, but, I can’t. I have to be a man of my word and you all need to get along.”

"Daddy's still pissed though, he ought to at least reply to his broadcast message with something. " Autumn's dad was the president of Lush Quarters, a post that was voluntary and had nothing to do with the building super. He admined the buildings group page along with the super and was responsible for gathering opinions about matters arising from the tenants and presenting them to the super and things like that. Mr Patterns, Autumn's dad, who was a vet by day, took his voluntary post very seriously. Kiersey shrugged and picked the bowl back up. She pretended not to notice the fixed look Peyton was giving her. Seriously, could anything pass that girl by?

"But what if you lose everything because of me?" "Then it would be worth it." He shot me a smile. "Well, I still don't want it coming out." "You're embarrassed because I'm much older." "No. It's because you're my ex's father and one of the richest men in the world. I don't want people thinking that I'm a gold digger." He raised a brow, "You worry too much." "No, you know how the press is." "I won't let it come out, Kenz. My father would never let it get out."

Her face is open and still and the question is sitting in it without armor. I owe her the real version. Not the version that makes me sympathetic. Not the edited story of a frightened boy making a hard choice. The full version, the one that does not flatter me, the one that is just true. I start at the beginning. "My father was not a safe man." I watch her face. She does not move.

he said in a stern tone. He turned to Sir Brownwood and pointed a finger at him. “And as for you, my daughter is NOT an embarrassment. I am a very proud father. I suggest you focus more on your generation which is shortened by one family considering your son is childless.” I didn’t even realize when I gasped and held a hand to my mouth. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing. “Silence! Everyone! Edward that is enough. How dare you shame a Beta in front of all these people?” The Alpha said.

Crap! I could see that the hot dad was also looking at me from time to time. I was suddenly self conscious with what I was wearing, a worn out hoodie and no make up. I was up against him with his white crisps shirt, he looked like he was ready for a date. Of course he would be, that was why he was dropping off daughter here. So he can have a good time with the ladies. I was still in my own world when I heard Angie was snapping her fingers in front of Dale's face.

Noland says with a calm that does little to soothe her anger. "Really, Dad? You just happened to have your security team kick everyone out at the exact same time you arrived back in town?" Natasha spits out, her statuesque frame trembling with indignation. I watch the scene unfold in silence, taken aback by the intensity of Natasha's emotions. It's unlike her to be so confrontational, especially with her father. But there's something about the way Noland speaks, a subtle hesitation in his tone that makes me believe he's not being entirely truthful.

When I got my first project payment, he was even more excited than I was. Our relationship grew stronger and sweeter after weathering that storm. One evening, the three of us were watching TV together. A parenting show was on, and one of the very put-together moms was complaining about how hard it was to raise kids. Felix watched for a bit, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Mommy, I think you're prettier than her." I smiled. "Why's that?" "Because…" He thought about it, then said seriously, "Because you're my mom. And also, when you're working, your eyes light up. Daddy says that's called having dreams."

They sat outside the upstairs balcony watching the stars while sipping fruit juice. "I have always imagined watching the stars with my family but you are the only one who is present, Dad isn't," James said to her with a sad smile. "You should stop worrying about your father when he isn't worried about you nor cared. He is only after chasing fame and making more money, he hadn't been human to you in any way, I don't know why he ended up this way when his parents trained him with all the love he would ever wish for in the world as a child and while he was growing up until he became an adult," Sophia said.