Dad For One Novels & Stories

Dad yelled. “I won't put my bet on you, you can barely stand for five minutes without holding on to your waist.” “Well, I will kill him, just watch me, he can run but not hide.” Last night when I came home, I had been beyond terrified and had almost gone nuts. I had immediately told my parents all that happened and they were all infuriated. My Dad brought out his old dane gun, saying he would kill Clenk and the two ‘unfortunates' that brought him to this world. I thought I knew what angry meant until my brother had come back from Moon Night with Damon. When he heard what happened, his eyes became red as blood and his heart heavy.

Mia. “Anyway, we’re running late for our flight,” Dad said, glancing over at me. “Sweetheart, come say hello to Brad. Why are you so quiet over there?” “Christ, baby girl. Look at you—all grown up and absolutely stunning,” Brad rumbled, his rich, deep voice sending an electric shiver racing straight down my spine to my core. “Come here and give your Daddy a proper hug.” The word *Daddy* slammed into me like a bolt of lightning.

CATHERINE My breath hitched and I instinctively moved away from Ronald but he caught my wrist gently. My head snapped to him but his eyes were fixed on the intruder, Jayden. Jayden’s eyes flashed as he walked into my office slowly. His nose was still bruised but that didn't stop him from doing something as stupid as this. “Gee dad,” he started. “I think you should have the father of the year award. You stole my fiancé and managed to make her fall for your stupid self.”

“ Dad, I can not and will not do that . You breached that aspect of me so why should I do that now all because of your wife ?. She is a devil . She hates me and wants everything for her daughter , do you pretend not to see that too ? ” Isabella rants without mincing words . “ I thought we have passed this Isa . I thought you said I could go ahead and do whatever i wanted to did you not ? ” “ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ”

There was no one that could break up with me , I am the one who breaks up , no one dumps me, I do . Maybe it’s just some kind of joke , I am sure that he doesn’t mean it . We were sitting in Ava's room on campus . She was the only one in the room as it was one of the best rooms . Considering the fact that Ava's parents are rich and they didn’t want their child to share a room with anyone , the school authorities had to make it happen . I didn’t know why my father wouldn’t let me leave alone . All my life , I had fought to make sure that I did live alone but my father was just two steps ahead of me. Ava's parents are rich but mine were richer but yet they were so bent on making me their preci

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

Hallie’s POV: After Mrs. Murray left, I cried, “Daddy, Mommy, Darren’s legs are broken. He is the person with only one leg. Why do you want me to marry him? I won’t marry. I won’t.” Then I began to cry. “You don’t have the right to criticize that Darren is a person with only one leg. Don’t you know why he had one leg missing? You are just making up for what you have done to him.” Dad said coldly.

I nodded and continued eating. Dad Soon cleared his throat, gaining our attention. "Now that you're stable, I think it's time we talk about your wedding" My spoon dropped, creating a loud sound. My what? My gaze instantly went to my dad. He seemed different. He had outgrown his beards, his hair was also lengthy, falling messily on his shoulders, his eyes were an unfamiliar dark green while his jaw was always clenched. The aura and vibe around him were dark and cold. It was like he was on the edge and would snap anytime soon.

"Yer a mam, Tiffany. I'm a dadaí." A lone tear escapes down her cheek, and I find myself holding back my own tears and I rest my forehead on hers. "I'm a dadaí."

Their names are penciled right under the figure corresponding to them. My best dada, Dada Dale Daniel. My loving mama, Mama Clarriese Zyah. And it's me, the little one, Dhyrine Denisse. "My daughter is good at drawing," Zyah commented on her daughter's work. "Our daughter, wife," Dale said. "Our daughter." He gave emphasis to the latter. "Let's celebrate your birthday, dada!" their daughter interfered. "You are getting older, dada!" "Am I still handsome even if I am getting older, 'nak?"