American Dad Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

It was as if she could hear his father’s unspoken thoughts, as if she could bridge the gap between their worlds. Adam’s heart swelled with a mixture of relief and gratitude. He turned back to his father, a small smile forming on his lips. “Dad, I’ve made a decision,” he began, his voice steady and resolute. “I’m leaving the mafia world behind. I’ve found hope in Mariah, and in the possibility of you waking up from this coma.” His father’s eyes, though unseeing, seemed to radiate an understanding of Adam’s words. It was as if his spirit was still present, locked within the confines of his motionless body. Adam continued, his voice growing stronger with each word.

"My dad was sitting by the kitchen doors, and you said he was fine where he was. My brother got pulled from the wedding party, and you said Theo looked better up there. My dad's name disappeared from the program, and you said he wasn't comfortable with that kind of thing." I went through it piece by piece, my voice level the whole time. He couldn't argue with a single one. Dad closed the lid on the repaired chest. The new clasp clicked softly into place. "Mr. Chambers," Dad said. "My daughter isn't looking for compensation. She just wants her family to be treated like they matter." Elliott's fingers tightened at his sides. Just then, his phone rang. He answered, and I watched the color drain

Daphne's PoV Dad has turned into a family man since he's been here. Dad always put the home first. He'd rather take care of the dog, tend the apple orchard in the backyard, and water the flowers in the afternoon than be in a cold room with executive people. Marisa made a big difference in my father. He used to have a stiff smile, but now he's much warmer and livelier. He was like a happy bird flying through the sky.

Uncle gave reason cupping my breasts squeezing them, and sliding himself slowly inside me. “OK and what are you doing,” Dad asked. “I am having…” Before Uncle can complete, Dad cut him off” Beer, Really Harrison you should find some pussy for you and drill hole buddy”. My eyes widen looking at Uncle who had a smirk on his face. I never heard Dad talking like this “Charles, I am happy with my arrangements”. “Harrison you must have forgotten the erotic sound of nipples sucking and coming in the warm hole, it's bliss” Dad was saying, like he was in his happiest moment.

—his eyes move toward the kitchen—“people.” Adam laughs. Plopping down beside me on the bed, he runs his fingers into his dark hair. “Dad, Jaden isn’t exactly Cade’s type. You don’t have to worry about him. He isn’t around much, anyway.” Not his type? Not that I care, but why? Maybe because I’m five foot two, and the boob fairy ran out of material when she gave all the other girls theirs. “Good,” Dad says, straightening his tie. “I’ve got to jet. If you … need anything let me know, okay?”

I do not know if this was a deliberate attempt to annoy me, but it was working. “How can you even say such a thing? Alpha Alex is way too old for me and is our father's best friend!” I said in my defense. Alex looked hurt by my words but I had to say it. “Enough of this nonsense,” Father said in irritation. “Doesn’t mean the child can not be his Elana,” Efanell said. He shot Alex death glares. Alex looked nothing close to being intimidated. “Efanell I was raped!” I shouted at him.

I gasped. I was… I did. Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording app. I let out a deep breath the moment I saw a new audio file saved. I hit play. "Oh… Tito Damien… Damien! Faster! Please! Daddy!" My jaw dropped. The phone slipped from my fingers. “Fuck! Mica!” I cursed at myself. I slept with him. With my ex-boyfriend’s father. It was real. I thought maybe it was just a dream.

In her mind, that girl should have married Alex, bought a house near them, and started giving her grandbabies by now. Dad was quieter about it, but I could hear the confusion in his voice every time we talked. He’d worked the same factory job for thirty years, coached my little sisters’ softball teams, and believed in steady paychecks and health insurance. To him, packing up and driving across the country on a whim was something people did in movies, not something his responsible daughter did in real life.

Saw us in the garden, tiny fingers in mine. He'd be the tough-love dad doing math problems with the kid at the table. I'd handle the rest, every scraped knee and bedtime story. We fought over how to raise them—me, all about ambition; him, just wanting happy and healthy. Our first real fight was over that. Loud. Messy. Real. Now? Watching him lose it, eyes bloodshot, fists clenched— I felt nothing. Just sick. "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?"