Pokémon Ash Dad Novelas e Histórias

I asked the movers to trash it. "This feels like a time capsule," I remark, relishing in the sound of the boards cracking under my feet. This is Asher being considerate. For the first time in a long while, I feel as though maybe he does care for me. The way he looks down at me, almost as if I'm the only one to exist in this world, as foolish as that surely sounds. This may have been a sad time living here, after dad died, but it marks the beginning of the story Asher and I shared. The moment Sky received that letter.

I blushed and I felt Asher's grip tighten on me. "Mum, is that my dad?" Asher asked and I felt my eyes bulge out. I looked up at Jared and he was looking down at us with a shocked expression on his face. Asher rushed towards him and started hugging his legs, "Daddy, daddy, daddy. You finally came home, I missed you. Please don't go anywhere anymore." Asher was crying on Jared's legs and I felt tears in my eyes. I didn't know my son was suffering this much because of non-existent father, but how was I going to tell him the truth?

who? Dad was accompanied by a scrawny man with a receding hairline and pointed features. He was dressed in a suit that looked bigger than his size and holding a handbag. On hearing me enter, Dad looked up. His expression remained unchanged. He looked me from top to bottom and said in a rough fading voice, "Where's Ash?" "What do you want with mum?" I asked trying my best to not sound accusatory. Dad's face showed no change. He simply glanced at the scrawny man who quickly ruffled through some documents in his handbag, took out a sheet of documents, and handed me.

By no means he should get the intention that just because I told Asher that he was his dad, that means he could barge back into my life. “So can I call you daddy then?” Asher asked once more, shaking Theodore out of his dilemma. His eyes softened as he stretched his hands out, silently asking Asher for a hug before the boy in my lap jumped out of my hold and pounced on his dad. “Of course you can. I'll be so honored if you call me that,” huh what a sweetheart. Note the sarcasm. “But I am angry at you!” Asher moved away before folding his arms on his chest with a pout.

He rests a hand on his arm. "Ash baby how dare you think so low of yourself." He looks up at him, shocked by his words. 'He wasn't going to use what I said as an excuse to kick me out?' he thought to himself. "You hadn't ruined anything! I personally think that you improved things. And though you may have family blood in your veins, you're still human and humans have needs. I could never fault you for that. As for Leo, he seems happier to have another parental figure in his life don't you agree? He loves you and I personally love the help. Plus who else will change messy diapers because I just got my nails done before coming home so..." Ash laughs a little bit. "Thank you, Bright. I really n

“Dad. I have a child. His name is Asher. He’s five.” “Come back. Now. I’m sending people.” My father’s voice, coming back through a link that had been dead six years, was shaking. Not the cold Alpha King voice I knew. I’d meant to leave the next morning. But Asher was half-asleep when he murmured, “Daddy, you promised…” His fifth birthday was in two days. Last month Kael had promised that as soon as the Marking business was settled, he’d take Asher to watch the pack training match. Asher had pinned three drawings of that match to the wall by his bed.

“Oh, hi, Hungry. I'm Dad. Nice to meet you.” Lily smiled. “Nice Dad joke.” He glanced over and flashed a wink. “I do my best.” “Daddy, I'm starving,” Maggie continued. “Okay, Starving, I’m Dad,” Wyatt said. Lily groaned. “Let’s go walk around for a bit. I’m sure we’ll find something.”

he said after a moment, his tone serious, “ Who do you trust the most in the world? Someone who would never do anything to hurt you or our family? Someone you can rely on, no matter what? Aside from Mom.” Damien’s thoughts stilled, and only one person came to mind. His voice softened as he whispered, almost to himself, “My dad.” Asher took in his father’s words but remained silent for a moment while observing him closely. The living room was quiet, save for the soft breathing of his cousin and younger brother, who were asleep nearby. Breaking the silence, Asher said, “Dad, since we can’t leave the house, let’s manage everything from here.” He said. “I need you to be honest with me. I’m your

Dad is also here. Oh, shit.

"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.