Between The Lions Sad Dad Novels & Stories

The fresh breeze and quietness of dawn were moments he cherished, leading to a day filled with adventure and mischief after their run. Leon's affectionate gaze shimmered as he shared, "After you left, I realized my Lion had grown accustomed to that routine. Whenever it's three in the morning, I find myself up for our usual run... It's almost as if I still run alongside you, despite your absence," a brief shadow of sorrow passing over his face before being replaced by fond memories. Looking down at his son, Leon proposed, "Would you care to join me once more?" Dirk let out a choked sound, a wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm him once again.

I shriek. Lionel is snarling and moving to stand in front of our daughters. His claws are extended and his fangs are bared. It’s a stance that screams back the fuck away. Katya is unmoved by this show of alpha’s rage. “If you don’t move you will regret this. I will make sure you never see them again.” Katya says solemnly. Lionel must realize how serious he is. He kneels in front of our daughters. Their eyes are wide and terrified.

Unknown. I answered. Silence at first. Then—his voice. Calm. Velvet. Terrifying. "I told you, Dad... no matter how far you run, it will never be enough." Click. Dead line. Dead silence. Dead empire. The lion had been caged. And the walls were finally closing in.

He just smiled at me and patted my back. “OK sweetie I understand but let’s not pet Leo while he is working. I can ask Greg to stop by after his shift and give you time with Leo away from the others. But please don’t do that or show that you understand our War cats or others might see it as a weakness.” my dad says as he pulls me in for a hug. “Can you explain what a War cat is? I understand that Leo is one, but how is he any different from a lion?” I asked as we walked back to the house.

All laughed. " I hate this habit of you, four." She said in annoyance. " Your sons are not cats. They are lions." Dad said to her, sipping his coffee. " It's your fault." Mom said. " WWE! Let go brothers. Leave them alone." Harry mocked. " What's your mean?" Both said to him. Dad and mom were giving dead looks to him. " Exit the door before they start again," John said to him. " Good idea, brothers," Harry said and with this, we came to the living room.

"It’s okay to cry because you loved him. It’s normal to feel sad seeing him with another woman. But don’t let it get to you. You’re more beautiful than she is, and if he loses you, it’s his loss—not yours. There are thousands of men out there—more handsome, more caring—who would do anything to have you. But honestly, who could compare to you?" Hearing my dad’s words, I nodded, though the ache in my heart lingered. The journey home felt endless, and even before we arrived, I was overwhelmed with frustration. The car pulled over, and we both stepped out. My dad and I walked into the house, and I took the staircase to my room. As I reached the top, I heard my dad's voice from downstairs: “Lana,

I sigh, my eyes dropping to avoid his. "You’re allowed to grieve, Izzy," he whispers, his voice softer now. I let out a bitter laugh. "Me? Grieve for the man who broke Gray’s jaw when he was a child? For the man who beat my mother until she couldn’t stand? He doesn’t deserve it. It would be wrong." "No one would hate you for it—not your mum, not Gray. At some point, you need to accept that your dad is dead and let yourself feel something." He pauses, his voice calm but firm. "It’s okay to miss him, even if he was a terrible person."

Inilipat ni Elllie ang kanyang timbang sa kaliwa ng bench. Isang pulgada na lang. Oo, ngayon ay mahuhuli na niya ang lahat ng mga salita na sinasabi ng dalawang ina. “I swear to you, Susan, kung kaya ko, ako na mismo ang kukuha ng trabaho bilang yaya na iyon. Si Tyler Hernandez ang pinakaHOT na single dad sa buong paaralan. At saka, mayaman siya." Ang babaeng may pixie-cut at dreamy na mga mata ay parang hihimatayin pa ata.

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?"

Leo asked with tears already rolling down on his cheeks and his lips twitching. "Yes, baby boy. Now, let's go." She said and took her bags with her. Leo suddenly stopped and turned back, he looked up and saw his dad staring down at them. "Dad, see you later." He yelled. He never knew that that day would be the last day he will see his dad. He never knew that that day will the last day he lost the chance to know what and who he was. "Leo." His mother called out. Leo had his eyes glued to his dad and waved at him with a smile that did not reach his face. Leticia did not forget to wave at him with a sad smile. He did not wave back... He stared at them with an emotionless face. But deep down he