Father Sentence Examples
Father will buy me a lovely new watch.
My father works in the field, and I take care of the sheep.
His father had connections... in Columbia?
His father and grandfather and great-grandfather had all been shepherds.
Daniel and his father would ride there on horseback.
Write to her and let me know how her father looks at the matter.
When Benjamin's father came home, his mother showed him the picture.
Your father expects it.
Alex was cordial to his father and formal to his sister.
It makes Father crazy.
AdvertisementHe scowled at his father and rode up beside Carmen.
Alex is a lot like his father in some ways.
Father will not change his mind.
My father was obliged to get a ladder and take Miss Sullivan out through the window--much to my delight.
She would have thought Dulce adored her father, but obviously not.
AdvertisementMother and father and their friends have gone to see a huge furnace.
If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with, said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.
He was making noises like his father was the one he didn't trust, but it wasn't that simple.
If your father is American and your mother Chinese, you will have a different understanding of differences between those countries, and, on balance, will be less amenable to war between those nations.
You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools.
AdvertisementApparently his greatest concern was the fact that his mother was married to his adoptive father at the time he was conceived.
And the father was a poor man.
Helen has learned to tell the time at last, and her father is going to give her a watch for Christmas.
Where was the parent which hatched it, its kindred, and its father in the heavens?
Dessalles looked in amazement at the prince, who was talking of the Niemen when the enemy was already at the Dnieper, but Princess Mary, forgetting the geographical position of the Niemen, thought that what her father was saying was correct.
AdvertisementHis father and mother were Quakers, and they did not think it was right to spend money for such things.
When he returned to Moscow his father dismissed the abbe and said to the young man, Now go to Petersburg, look round, and choose your profession.
Obviously your father has a brother or a sister.
Father will need to rest as well.
And then we come to Greece, the home of Hippocrates, the "Father of Modern Medicine," who left us not just the oath that bears his name but also a corpus of roughly sixty medical texts based on his teaching.
His father, eighty years old, could not remember when it was not there.
After that Princess Mary did not see her father for a whole week.
Then he turned back to his father, who was watching him with interest.
Alex had raced to her rescue because he knew she was too naïve to realize what his father was doing.
His father died shortly after Alex was born, so I never met either of them.
You're a wonderful husband and father.
You're just like your father.
Unconsciously imitating her father, she now tried to express herself as he did, as much as possible by signs, and her tongue too seemed to move with difficulty.
How do they feel about your father offering the estate to Alex?
Your father loves Alex, doesn't he?
Your father even offered you land if you would come down here to stay.
Maybe he was thinking about what his father would say or do when he came in.
Still, if Señor Medena adopted Dulce when she was a baby and raised her, then he was her father - blood relative or not.
Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it.
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part.
Prince Vasili's daughter, the beautiful Helene, came to take her father to the ambassador's entertainment; she wore a ball dress and her badge as maid of honor.
She gave it to him and, unpleasant as it was to her to do so, ventured to ask him what her father was doing.
Dulce glanced at her father and then at Carmen, her dark eyes barely veiling contempt.
I have his name, but he is not my father.
The problem wasn't Dulce or his father.
He was a good husband and father.
Maybe they had inherited or learned it from their mother, not his father.
On the other hand, Alex needed to be in a position where he was forced to actually talk to his father.
If Alex forgave his father, would he want to return to that lifestyle?
He had a lot on his plate right now... the twins, his father and who knew what else?
Then when she learned about Tessa's son, she was furious because he might inherit - even though I hadn't said anything to father.
At any rate, Alex joined forces with his father in the request for a DNA test.
He knew his father would disapprove of her.
You decided to come back and talk to your father.
I am just a bit distressed, Father.
What she knew was that her father and his lies had skewed her outlook on her world for ten years.
Her father was dangerous, even if she didn't yet know what he was trying to do.
In this letter Prince Andrew pointed out to his father the danger of staying at Bald Hills, so near the theater of war and on the army's direct line of march, and advised him to move to Moscow.
Alex had been the one who helped her see them as true family, and yet he was having issues accepting his own father.
Do they resent that your father wants only a son for an heir?
Alex, I'm going to look at a house with your father.
He hadn't said anything to his father.
Maybe it's something a person understands better when he becomes a father.
Her mischievous blue eyes sought her father first and then her grandmother.
Your father asked me to look for you while I was out this way, and bring you home if I could.
How well did he know her father?
Your father told me you were a spirited girl.
If he wanted to discuss her father, it was going to be a one-sided conversation.
But once her father was like that.
She wanted to tell him how much he was like her father.
She had nearly married a man just like her father.
She said she forgave her father, and she was trying to.
My father couldn't do anything about his health.
The father had some health problem, if I remember.
When she opened her eyes, she was distraught to see the cozy living room of her father's apartment.
And he was going to be a father.
She shook off the rain in the doorway and crossed to the small booth near the bar that she and her father usually shared.
This had to be the man her father warned her about!
Her father had tried to call twice, and she tossed the phone on the bed.
Her father never would've shown such restraint.
She didn't know what to say to her father after last night.
It was one of the many oddities about her father that she'd accepted over the years.
He'd just admitted to being what her father warned her about!
She knew better than to relax around her father, whose hand was likely to fly at the drop of a hat.
Father, couldn't you just call the police?
He didn't seem like the kind whose moods shifted like her father's.
She'd accepted her father, because there was no one else who understood her.
His father's angry voice was accompanied by a slap.
I can't describe how strange this is, Father.
She didn't want to imagine what her father was capable of.
Her father's car and chauffeur were waiting.
I don't understand what that means, Father.
She returned and searched for her father.
Her father was right.
Her father's voice broke her concentration.
After a lifetime of rejection, she'd found a home with the very people her father warned her against.
Then I looked my father straight in the eye and lied.
She had always been aware of what a great husband and father he was.
I'm not the one with a husband hiding a father from me.
Has your father been in lately?
Do you feel like talking to me about your father?
There is more to being a father than planting the seed.
While not privy to the Council's business, he assessed the appearance of their father at a time when Rhyn was struggling for control did not bode well for any of them.
Gabe distrusted the Ancient father of the Council as much as he did Darkyn.
There was no mistaking father and son on that level.
Toby's birth certificate listed her as the mother, no father, and the naval hospital in Annapolis as his birthplace.
And she's with child, Father.
Yes, Father, I do.
Even though he'd just met her, the bond between them was as strong as his father told him it would be.
He'd never cared for another woman in the way his father had loved his mother.
I remind you of your father.
Princess Mary saw Dessalles' embarrassed and astonished look fixed on her father, noticed his silence, and was struck by the fact that her father had forgotten his son's letter on the drawing-room table; but she was not only afraid to speak of it and ask Dessalles the reason of his confusion and silence, but was afraid even to think about it.
But again the sense that she represented her father and her brother gave her courage, and she boldly began her speech.
His father keeps a cookshop here by the Stone Bridge, and you know there was a large icon of God Almighty painted with a scepter in one hand and an orb in the other.
In the hall she met her father, who had returned with bad news.
Natasha left the room with her father and, as if finding it difficult to reach some decision, first followed him and then ran downstairs.
After a few words about Princess Mary and her late father, whom Malvintseva had evidently not liked, and having asked what Nicholas knew of Prince Andrew, who also was evidently no favorite of hers, the important old lady dismissed Nicholas after repeating her invitation to come to see her.
Now, after a month passed in quiet surroundings, she felt more and more deeply the loss of her father which was associated in her mind with the ruin of Russia.
When Father and we went out mowing there were seven of us.
She was sure he would speak soft, tender words to her such as her father had uttered before his death, and that she would not be able to bear it and would burst into sobs in his presence.
No one could deny that Alex was a devoted husband and father.
That was a double-edged hurt, though, because Alex adored his adoptive father.
Was he actually avoiding conversation with his father?
There was no reason Alex shouldn't tell his father.
And now she was even resenting Alex for telling his father.
I knew because he proved to me that I could trust him with my heart and soul - the way you trust your mother and father.
Finally she spotted him talking to his father.
Alex seemed to be more comfortable around Morino than he was around his father's family.
You didn't say a word to your father, but you snarled at me as though I did something wrong.
Had they argued that much at his father's house?
He respected the man who raised me, even when I rejected my natural father.
Mr. Barnett was a good father.
The driver's name is John – he's the father, and the mother's name is Marie.
She regarded his broad back skeptically, instantly reminded of her father.
She made a soft noise, cuddling closer to her father.
It was quite another to trick her into betraying her father.
Of course he would have a father, and probably siblings.
My father lived to be ninety years old, and he never went on no fat diet.
If his father was that ill, maybe she could encourage him to go to the doctor.
She sighed, remembering how strong-willed his father was.
She felt responsible for the fact that Brandon didn't have that last day with his father.
Still, her stomach would be tied in a knot until she was sure it wasn't her father.
No, it wasn't her father.
Even at a distance it was obvious that the man was much taller and he rode with a proud kind of grace that her father never possessed.
You and Fritz are both old enough to be her father.
It had been two years since their mother had died - three since their father had run off with that harlot.
As it always did, memories of the twins sparked a fire of anger at her father.
He's your father, Cassie.
Where did her father get the money to pay Bordeaux?
She couldn't abandon her babies to him, even if he was their father.
I'm sorry about your father.
He could promise to love her forever, but hadn't her father said the same thing to Mom?
He was quick to forgive her father.
Was it so different from the way her father had felt?
Of course, neither had her father - until that night.
After all, they had their father.
Bordeaux wasn't like her father, and it wasn't fair to keep comparing them.
In her present frame of mind, facing her father would be easy.
Maybe she could convince her father to repay the money she had put into the ranch – if he hadn't already spent it.
Right now she didn't want to think about Bordeaux or her father.
She tried not to think of Bordeaux, instead focusing her attention on the twins and what she was going to say to her father.
I told you how I felt about my father.
Taking you to see your father.
He could put her in the buggy and he could forcefully take her to the ranch, but he couldn't make her look at her father or talk to him.
Her father was walking toward them.
Cassie tore her gaze from Bordeaux and fixed her father with a level look.
She glanced at her father and the twins, who were watching intently.
He picked up the reins and released the break, addressing her father and the twins.
Cassie, your father should be the one to tell you this, but since you're not likely to give him the chance, I'll tell you.
Your father didn't leave willingly - and he didn't leave with the saloon girl, the way everyone thought.
Yeah, well she probably never took a whip to your father, but there's always a first time, Anyway, I guess she was pretty worked up.
Every time the subject of your father came up, you got defensive and I backed off because I was afraid of losing you.
Cassie went back to the ranch to live with her father and the twins until their wedding day.
A few months ago she wouldn't have realized that forgiving her father was important to her marriage – but then, a few months ago she didn't know Chauncey.
Grandpa, my mother's father, originally built this place in the nineteen-thirties and wired it for electricity years later.
Howie was about to become Father Abbott, a Catholic priest when a drunk in a half million dollar motor home broadsided him.
Howie's father died while he was in the coma.
Why should I remember a 'Get out of Jail Free' card and not recognize my own mother, or a picture of my father or sister; or this bratty cousin?
That theorizes if you travel in time and kill your grandfather before your father is conceived, would you simply not be?
Number three was a father taking a son from the boy's mother who held custody rights.
We lost his mother to cancer at an early age and his father is in jail, convicted of fraud.
Fortunately, her father heard a car drive away so the time of abduction was clearly set.
Unknown to the police and the public, her prominent father was molesting her while her mother looked away.
Martha's father suffered a heart attack when she was in nursing school and her mom followed, from a broken heart, seven weeks later.
Thomas O'Malley, presumed to be her father, died fifteen years ago.
Three. He killed the mother and father so there was no one to report their daughter missing, for nearly a week.
He killed the father too.
She screamed when she saw a figure at her bedroom window and her father chased him.
He paused before saying he thought Howie suspected it might have been Molly's father or some old boyfriend.
He didn't spend much time at the hospital because the step father is a prune and he snubbed Julie.
The father beat him near to death, people said.
She kissed Jonny goodnight and crossed the bay to curl up with their father.
Uncurling from the couch, she started to the bedroom of her father's small Miami apartment.
Jonny stayed after their father's death, while she moved closer to her mom on the west coast.
I felt it in Jonny when our father-- " "No."
He reminded her of Jonny when her brother had learned of his father's death last summer.
You can't blame yourself for your father's death.
She rubbed her head and glared at him, watching as he followed his father in the direction where both sky and sea darkened into blackness.
It was her father's.
She'd lost her father and her brother.
Tomorrow is the one-year anniversary of our father's death, and we made a pact a few months ago to go there every year at the same time.
Both their gazes returned to the two figures talking quietly in front of their father's grave.
She knelt beside her father's grave to place flowers, then rose and turned.
Yully Hughes stayed in her room, where her father told her to, not wanting to upset him.
The manor house had been built several hundred years ago, and every room but hers was a reflection of her father's wealth.
Her father awaited her in the foyer.
Her father stood in the doorway of the house, framed against the light of the foyer.
She drove the winding roads from her father's manor through County Clare and south towards the Cliffs of Moher to Doolin, one of her favorite day trips.
Your father called, Yully!
She peeled off the thick coat and draped it over one bench before seating herself facing the door, as her father had taught her.
Normally, she'd leave before it got too crowded; her father preferred she avoided people altogether.
Yully watched him, alerted by the same sense of uneasiness she felt around her father lately.
She looked down at her stew, her father's warnings coming back to her thoughts.
He shimmered, like her father did.
Shivering, she pulled out her phone to call her father as she made her way towards the street.
The conversation between her father and the man who should've killed her rattled around in her thoughts as she returned to the door.
An arc of lightning left her father's hand and slammed the stranger into the wall.
Her father said the man came to kill her, yet she was still alive.
Her father had disappeared into thin air with the body of the man he called Jule.
Pacing in her room, she tried hard not to think of what her father was capable of doing to someone he thought was a threat to her.
The plump woman nodded and hurried away, like everyone save her father did around her.
The way he and Jule had talked to each other, like long-lost enemies, reminded her she didn't know much about her father.
She shed it and her boots quickly, wanting to escape to her room before her father cornered her.
Her father was hard to read and often unapproachable, but he cared for her in his own special way.
Maybe her fear of her father was wrong.
Her resolve lasted until her father left for dinner with their wealthy neighbors.
Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, she waited until certain her father had left then rose.
She took in his wounds again, unable to fathom why her father would chain him to the wall in their wine cellar.
What could this man possibly know that her father needed?
And how did she stomach the thought of her father doing such a thing to someone?
While their servants aged, her father never did.
She'd sensed more danger from her father than from the man before her.
His intent gaze was steady, and she wondered if he could read her mind like her father did.
My father wouldn't do such a thing.
She hesitated at the head of the stairs, tormented by the knowledge her father was incapable of mercy towards his daughter, let alone a stranger.
If the man didn't freeze down there, he'd die at the hands of her father and his strange delusion that this man wanted her dead.
Jule was nothing like the men her father warned her about.
Her father beat them both.
She promised herself to find a way to check on him in the morning without her father finding out.
Her father turned at her hesitation, his gaze blazing.
He wasn't to that point yet, and he had to figure out just how to protect the woman from the man she considered her own father.
When my father gets here, he'll kill you both!
Her body was stiff from her father's blows, her blood racing.
Jule wasn't what her father said he should be.
In the morning, her father really would kill him, and she'd be lucky to escape with another beating.
The moment she unlocked the screen to call her father, Jule's gaze sharpened.
Neither of them believed her father would let him live.
Take us somewhere safe, where your father won't know where to find you.
Her father kept her on a tight leash; was there anywhere he wouldn't find her?
Don't take me to your father.
She went there for two summers, until she began turning everything she touched into something else, and her father was forced to pull her out of school at the age of twelve.
Her father would hunt them both down, and if he didn't, the sword-wielding maniac would.
Her father hated this man for some reason, and being near him put them both in danger.
Your father does this?
I always end up running back to Father.
He's not your biological father?
Jule was so much bigger than her father.
You're not like me, and you're not like my father.
You're different than my father, too.
Nothing of what Jule told her made sense with what her father told her.
Jule had shattered her carefully built world in a day, and he'd done it without the brutal lessons her father resorted to.
She waited until Moira's footsteps faded before dialing her father.
Have you been there for the past two days? her father asked.
There were few things in life she was certain about, and one of them was that she'd felt safer with Jule during their short time together than she ever did with her father.
What kind of creature would hurt a woman like this? her father asked.
Sean had been alive when her father knocked out Jule and brought him here the other night.
If he was dead, it meant her father did it, not Jule, who had been in the basement.
She didn't fully understand what was going on between her father and these people.
Her father had just admitted there were more people like her, and she couldn't help her flicker of hope at the news.
You probably never thought your father could kill a man before today.
Her father's collection of weapons had been a source of curiosity for as long as she could remember.
I just found out my father's running around killing people, and you expect me to trust a stranger when I don't even know if I can trust him anymore?
Unlike her father, this creature was capable of sympathy.
Whatever had happened, the man before her was hurting still, like she did when her father hit her.
She just had to convince her father to tell her what that was.
She'd never suspected the depths of her father's strange power, and her first attempt to channel it was the reason the house was now lit with candles.
Her father released her hand and gazed at her for a long moment.
Her father touched her arm, and fire tore through her.
Muddling through the sensations, she sensed her father's magic.
She sensed Jule, her father, and hundreds—no, thousands!—of tiny signatures surrounding them.
She could now feel everything around her, and she assumed whatever her father unlocked was the cause.
Jule's eyes glinted with the magic in his body, and the air around him shimmered in a different power than that of her father.
I couldn't … I didn't know my father did this.
I'm sorry for your loss, Jule, but my father, he's all I have.
He spoke the truth, just as her father lied to her.
Jule wouldn't hit her as her father did.
She took it and closed her eyes, determined to find a way to use her gift to counter her father's magic.
Xander had seemed curious, the opposite of what Jule expected from the father to the creatures Jule regularly killed.
Yully spent the drive north learning how to manipulate her father's magics with his patient tips as guidance.
Yully stepped from the warm car into the cold night and followed her father into the inn.
She armed herself, not willing to be caught off guard, then joined her father in the tiny foyer.
Doubtful, she winced as they approached tourists and police alike, waiting for someone to stop them, and fearful of what her father would do if someone did.
The ancient megalith pulsed with power older than that of her father's.
Mesmerized, she missed her step, and her father continued without her to the center of the landmark.
Her father's voice warbled as if through water.
Her eyes went from the ancient site glowing in the moonlight to her father's form as he walked up the hill.
She stepped away from the monument amplifying her magic and followed her father.
Resolved, she trailed her father down the hill, through the people who couldn't see them, and to the awaiting car.
She steadied her breathing, swearing to herself that these would be the last to die at her father's hands.
She checked her weapons with scrutiny that would've made her father proud and dressed in dark clothing loose enough for her to fight.
Her father returned around noon, his agitation apparent the moment he stepped in the door.
Yully grew more anxious the nearer they got; her father was right about the magic feeling stronger.
Her father flung open the door and strode up the incline.
Her father hadn't taken the time to bury these people.
Her father dragged half a body from the center of the site to the edge.
Her father returned with a bag slung over his shoulder.
Her father moved to the center of the monument and looked around.
You promised not to kill him if I cooperated, Father.
You made the one who can stop you fall in love with you instead, her father said.
She faced her father, not expecting to see the small crowd of people on the other side of the monument.
Her father stood near her in the center.
Her father sent her to the store for her own things since she was adopted.
She didn't have to wonder about him as she had her father.
Unlike the cold rain of her father's energy, theirs was warm and cheerful, like her bond to Jule.
He looked like her father, only his eyes glowed green where her father's had been purple.
Yully listened, breathless, to the strangers who vowed to protect her from a threat similar to her father.
Your father's mate was human.
Selyn peeked out from the two inches she'd opened the door, her dark eyes identical to her father's.
Is this how you talk to your father?
As for Martha's father, Patsy's comments as recorded on one statement she grudgingly gave the authorities listed him as "some john I did for a couple of bucks drug money."
Nor did his father.
Finally she said, My father was the one who did it, but it was a joint decision.
My father did it because, to him, lying was so despicable he was forced to respond in a like manner.
Maybe his father spanked him—I don't know.
My own son, going to be a father!
Moved into his father's old house.
It's tough losing a father.
Maybe Dawkins' foreman was Fitzgerald's father!
Fred said Fitzgerald lived here in Ouray and his father was a miner.
The boys were both adults when I married their father.
My father Bill Radisson was a special person.
Both lost their wives to cancer and I think my father was a tad jealous but pleased our marriage made his friend and his daughter both so happy.
Do you think this Josh character—the miner Fred found out about—might be her father?
As much as Dean wanted to press his guest on the possibility that the bones were those of her father, he realized such a question was tasteless and inappropriate.
Dean pulled out the photocopies of the old newspaper ads requesting information on Josh published first by Edith Plotke and later by her father.
Of course her father went ballistic when he found out she was pregnant and tried to find Josh, but he didn't have any luck.
Dean wondered if there was another, more sinister reason for Paul Dawkins' silence on the subject—that he was the murderer of his wife's natural father.
Jennifer never saw her natural father face-to-face and gave the impression she didn't give a flip.
Jennifer didn't lie about her father.
It had been where Wynn, the father of all the Immortals on the Council, had lain for hundreds of years before being dragged out by Sasha, the son who betrayed them all to Darkyn.
Josh's mother and father lived on a farm within walking distance of Carmen and Alex – and from the farm where Lori and Josh lived when Josh died.
Lori's father had remarried after her mother died and Mums was the only stability she had known.
Her auburn curls lay in no particular style – so much like her father.
From the time Alex brought him home for a visit, they had been like father and son.
But Jonathan's mother had passed away, and his father didn't want a cripple.
What a shame his father saw only a deformed arm and a financial burden.
We asked who he was and he said he was the father.
I thought his father was dead.
Why would someone claim to be his father?
His father looked like a tall man.
Maybe the man in the picture wasn't his father.
But if it wasn't his father, they needed to know who he really was.
He says he's Alex's father.
That sounds like his father.
No. I can see why it would be embarrassing, but it is his father.
But, we've been married so long and I didn't even know he had a living father.
How could Alex think she wouldn't want him to talk to his own father?
I am the father of Alex.
It was still hard to believe that Alex wouldn't mention a father.
Alex slept through his father's visit, but woke for a while later.
One day she arrived when his father was still visiting.
His father visited for a few more minutes before saying goodbye and leaving.
Maybe she shouldn't say anything more about his father.
He is your father, right?
Or, maybe it was the thing with his father.
Alex was a good provider and father.
It couldn't be easy shifting from the role of the patient to the demanding role of husband and father.
My father is dead.
For the first week after he regained his voice, they were all so busy enjoying the return to normal life that Carmen forgot about his father.
When I heard he was your father, I was so excited that I finally had a father-in-law that I could talk to.
It was obvious that he didn't want to talk about his natural father.
His father was intriguing.
His father stood quietly watching them "I would speak to you before I go," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
At the back door, Alex paused to let his father in and then his attention shifted to Carmen.
His attention shifted to his father.
She glanced at Alex, who was scowling at his father.
His father eyed him sympathetically.
Maybe he would forgive his father eventually.
Their relationship was now so close that she considered his father blood relation.
My father came up...
He would take them to see his father if they wished, but his father's life was nothing like theirs.
If she wanted to see his father or Texas, he owed her that much.
It wasn't going to change his relationship with his father, though.
Carmen was right; he had forgiven his mother but not his biological father.
Still, his mother had not pursued him relentlessly the way his father had.
Like all the brothers on the Council That Was Seven, he had the same father and a different mother.
His skin was dark, his eyes turquoise, as their father's had been.
They'd never trusted one another enough to share, and their father made things worse by compartmentalizing the Council's business and pitting the sons against one another long before he was killed.
The father of the Council That Was Seven?
Shouting as Mother and Father fought.
You brought our father from the dead-dead?
Andre raised his eyebrow in polite disapproval, the same way his father did.
Your father did everything he could.
She watched, curious about how father and son might interact.
As much as they hate me for aligning with the Dark One, they hate you more for our father's death, Sasha had told him smugly more than once.
It was true, and only Andre supported his petition to be recognized as one of the seven sons charged by their father with protecting humanity against the Dark One.
She took me in as a favor to my father and will release me, if I ever wanted it.
His multimillionaire father's picture was on the wall, and he owned two dozen restaurants in the Annapolis area, including this one.
I drop by on occasion to check on my father's restaurants, he said with a quick glance around.
A good leader makes a good team the best, as my father says.
He resembled his father in height and narrow face, though there was warmth in his father's face she didn't see in his.
My father feels it's important to recognize all those who support our family's success.
You know, if you hadn't joined our family, I wouldn't be here, and Father would still be alive.
Of all the mortals and immortals alike he'd ever known, he'd never considered one a friend, not since his father's death.
Their father fought the Dark One and left his children to carry the torch.
He did a lot of bad things, and his mother was a demoness, a powerful one who seduced his father.
Rhyn's mother was a powerful demon, and his father is the same as Kris's.
Rhyn faced the sarcophagus, surprised to see his father looked as he had when he last saw him thousands of years before.
He'd gone from being tormented by his own mother to the affection of an abusive father who regretted ever having him.
Rhyn ignored him, turning from the mother who.d never wanted him to the father who.d wanted him dead-dead.
Father, I did as you told me not to do long ago.
Sasha had chosen to serve the Dark One and betray the Council and their father.
Then there were the rules their father had created about none of the brothers being permitted to kill the others, with the exception of Andre, whose sole purpose in life was to keep the Council on track and protect them.
Our father was second born, as was his father before him.
The demons couldn.t get near Sasha so long as he had the coffin holding his father.
He stepped back to look at father and son, dead-dead together.
If nothing else, the father of the Council would never again be found.
His eyes traveled to where his father had lain.
The Council That Was Seven had been immortalized safeguarding their father in death.
Our own father wanted him dead.
I.m sworn to protect Toby, and I.ve done my duty in protecting Sasha, who is also my brother, according to the Code and the oaths I swore to my father and the Council!
Kris had come close to breaking the Immortal rules or his own oaths to his father.
But the planet chose for him, according to what his father told him long ago.
His own mother had been far from beautiful, and his father had told him the signs he'd found the right woman were unmistakable.
The Council wants nothing to do with them and views the presence of your father's betrayer and your people on the planet as a sign the Yirkin are willing to share your planet rather than take it over.
There is no negotiating with the Yirkin scum or my father's killer, A'Ran thought but held his tongue, aware his only ally believed himself right in this.
Your father's betrayer planted a traitor among those closest to you.
His father may have betrayed mine, but he has been loyal for all these years we've been exiled.
He saved my sisters from his own father.
If he could've saved my father and mother, he would've.
If they came from someone other than the man who'd supported his father and grandfather, he'd disregard the warning and have the messenger killed.
He wondered if years of disappointment had driven his most trusted friend away as greed did Ne'Rin's father.
Kisolm has already spoken to your father.
It was as his father had told him, as if the suns burned a hole straight through his head and the ground beneath him shook.
But he'd won her as Kisolm's younger brother, Romas, had decreed, which should alleviate any accusations brought on by their clan, if Kisolm's father talked some sense into the arrogant crown prince.
In fact, no one slapped a warrior full grown, not even his father.
You felt the signs, as father said?
He feels it was an affront to him because the betrayer who murdered our father came from his family.
She went to the battle game to play until A'Ran called, wondering what he'd say when she told him her news about his sisters and wondering just how safe it would be to talk about Ne'Rin's conversation with his father.
His father hadn't wanted to talk over the viewer; she doubted she should either.
Ne'Rin has been talking to his father, A'Ran.
His father's most trusted advisor had done the unthinkable, and yet, Ne'Rin had borne all the sacrifices that A'Ran had by coming with him.
He had waited for the signs his father warned him against, intending to take on whatever woman that brought him.
He watched for quite a while, until the model reached a level that had taken him years of apprenticeship under his father to achieve.
Do you not ever wish to have a family, to be as happy as your father was so long ago?
The memory was achingly beautiful, and he remembered seeing his war-weary father approach from the house.
What if she looked upon him as his mother had his father, with adoration and love?
He'd never seen art of this kind, only the statues of his father's court and the multi-hued strands used to decorate homes.
Her look of soul-deep sorrow touched him, and he recalled what he felt as a youth to find his father and mother dead and his family hunted and forced out of their own home.
She told us she's left her husband and you're Donnie's father.
My love for her is not romantic; it is that of a brother, father and son all wrapped up in one.
I'm sure at least two people think you are… your mother and father.
Connor, he's not my father!
My father is Caleb.
If I can convince her to accept us, she will know how to deal with my father.
Elisabeth asked, "How do you think father will take the news?"
No, Elisabeth gets that from her father.
I would insist the father be nothing but a sperm donor.
Yeah, but your mother and father were from a different generation.
Your father was like an uncle to me.
He had a good income and access to his father's equipment.
I'd bet one was your father, or you wouldn't feel this way.
He was the third man - the only man for her, because he could do something that neither her father nor Josh could.
It wouldn't physically be mine, but there's more to being a father than the time it takes to plant the seed.
I never knew my father.
As Easterners, Brady and his brothers continued the legacy their father and grandfather had of serving as the military advisors to the politicians that Tim's Western family bred.
He'd gone from one world to the other easily; it was in his blood, the blood of his father and grandfather.
Her grandfather knew my father a long time ago.
It's important I see my … my father again.
What kind of father treats his daughter as a servant her entire life and lies to her about pretty much everything?
Anger at her newfound father rose.
It was our father's.
It had been their eldest brother's before his murder, and their father's before that.
I know you don't want me here, but I'm glad I came. I like you best of all, Rhyn. Maybe I should call you Dad. Or Pops or Father.
I sent out a party to search for our father's remains so we can have a safe place for the Council and Immortals again.
Kris heard what Kiki didn't say, that only Andre had been able to keep the Council together after their father's death. The six headstrong brothers of the Council That Was Seven had respected Andre, who was an adult when the rest of the brothers were born.
Even before their father's death, Andre had taken on the duty to raise and mentor them all.
I'm beyond help, Rhyn. I've always believed you could be all that Kris and Andre and your father were not. Your half-demon nature makes you better prepared than all of them combined.
I think that's your fate, to follow in your father's footsteps.
Father and Andre always said we were stronger together than apart.
Each was a father to three kids, aged between tot and teenager.
He was the husband of Cynthia Cosgrove Byrne and the father of Randy Byrne, a Parkside High School senior.
Jeff's father is dead and his mother is in a nursing home.
Dean recalled his own father's death when he was 12 years old and how well his mother had brought him through the ordeal.
After offering condolences for Randy's father, Dean added, "It's a little early for a Saturday night, isn't it?"
Did Ridner see your father?
You never asked your father about it?
All four perused the menu judiciously, with father and mother occasionally offering comments and explanations.
The boy discovered something on the menu to his liking and enthusiastically pointed it out to his father.
The father frowned, ever so slightly, and surreptitiously opened his wallet and counted his money.
The Rileys would look in on him and she was to call as soon as she identified his father's body.
No. It's my father's bike.
Do you think she was...in love with my father?
Your father was a nice enough guy to be that person.
I'm not going to give you a now-you're-the-head-of-the-house speech but it's only been a few weeks since your father disappeared and you have a right to look out for your mother.