Novel & Cerita Pokémon Ash Dad

'Hello dad,' Asher said in greetings to his dad. 'Hello young man. How is Dawn?' His father's voice said from the phone. We could all hear him because it was on speaker. 'Dawn is fine, dad,' Asher answered smiling. 'That is good. The picture you sent to me, where did you get that from?' Asher's father asked. 'Dad, it is a long story. I wouldn't want to bore you but I promise to tell you once we have time to talk,' Asher said. 'Fair enough. The picture you sent me is that of the Luna, Roller Moon,' his dad said.

My Dad demands, making me wish the ground would swallow me up whole… Beta Asher turned to look at my Dad with a dark stare, evidently not appreciating the fact he had spoken to him that way, though my Dad truly would not care, and the big smile on his face made that clear. “I do not have an attitude.” Beta Asher says grumpily. “Just don’t understand why you chose to arrive at an ungodly hour. And why she chose to bring her Daddy with her.” I feel Akira rippling beneath my skin now at the attitude of the man in front of us. ‘Bite him. Cheeky fucker.’ She snarls. ‘Beta or no, he is an ass.’

I breathed in deeply, closing my eyes and relying on my nose to tell them apart. Ash was the first one I recognized. I smiled, pointing in the scent’s direction. “That’s Ash.” I opened my eyes to look. He was the biggest of them all. He had deep grey fur with a deeper shade of grey line cutting from under his chin to over his shoulder. He looked so beautiful. I closed my eyes and tried to pick out someone else. “That’s my dad.” I opened my eyes to see. He had black fur, with a patch of bronze on his belly and hind legs. It was weird seeing my dad like that—not human.

"Honey, finish all your breakfast, dad will be here soon for you." Ash tries to sound as kind and calm as possible, hiding the despair in his voice, because yelling at his 5-year-old son is not a good option, not when he does not have the right Blame but it's so damn late for Ash.

Asher’s brain circuits suddenly lighted up like a bulb. “Huh, you were calling to tell me you have someone to introduce to me,” his dad, Ray Collins, snorted. He had heard the same lines from Asher, but his son had not brought anyone to introduce to his dad until now. “You are actually right about that,” Asher laughed heartily. He can feel his dad is fed up with him saying the same line, and while he just used it to give him an excuse, this time, it was different, but his dad doesn’t seem to believe it.

Someone much more powerful and dangerous. "Who are you?" Dad asked, dropping his gun as he took a cautious step back. I noticed his claws slowly pushing their way through his skin, emerging from the crevices of his gums. He was on the verge of shifting. "Don't even think about shifting, buddy. These bullets," he sneered, a smile spreading across his face, "Are crafted from pure silver. And my aim never falters, especially when I'm targeting the heart." Dad stood there, his senses heightened.

Dad and Ashton. I think Dad is as happy as I am. I am really glad that he’s feeling much healthier now, and he has been enjoying his time with us and he is getting the hang of being around everyone. At first, he seem a little scared around people but now he is comfortable. I can not be any more happier to see him smiling every day. Ashton on the other hand, has been nothing but supportive of me and Dad. He spends quality time with his dad and I think his dad likes him, at first, he wasn’t sure of Ashton because he is Narya’s son but Ashton showed him that he is nothing like his mom.

I was plotting my revenge against Asher. "While T's getting the book, why don't you tell us more about your dad?" Kiema asked from beside me. A smile pulled at my mouth at the thought of my dad. I opened my eyes, looked at my mate. "He was the greatest man I've ever known. I actually see pieces and parts of him in all of you." I looked to all the men around the table. Made sure to include Asher in it. "My dad was a joker like Asher, although he had a more appropriate sense of humor."

Our company was still important. “Alright, Dad,” He murmured before hanging up. A heavy sigh crossed my lips. Andrea wouldn't accept right? She isn't that easy. I contemplated while I patiently waited. An hour later, after I finished speaking to my personal assistant. He was representing and covering my schedules, if there was a need for me to be in California, I would board a flight right away. My Phone rang that minute, seeing it was Fred, I picked up. “Dad, she accepted! She agreed to come back to me!” He declared enthusiastically and my expression turned dark.

Her voice breaks the silence, soft and hesitant. “You killed your dad, Grayson.” I groan, the weight of it all pressing down on me. “He wasn’t my dad,” I mutter, frustration lacing my voice. “Not in the way your dad was a father to you.” She looks at me, waiting for an explanation. I sigh. “Look, things started going missing around the house, and my dad blamed me. Every time, no questions asked, it was me. He’d beat me for it, no proof, just accusations. But I knew it wasn’t me. So one night, I followed him. I took pictures of him selling my grandmother’s jewelry and heading into a casino. He found out, smashed the camera, and beat the crap out of me.”