Darling Dad Novels & Stories

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

The body collapses beside my pillar with a sickening thud. The heap groans. Okay. Alive. For now. “Dad wants your father to watch me take his little girl, and kill his son,” Darren says lightly, like he’s ordering dessert. My dad makes a sound that scrapes straight through my ribcage — not a word, not even a cry. Just pain wearing a voice. Darren strolls back to his table. Picks up his drink. Takes a slow sip. Heartless bastard. “Dad … Daddy … are you okay?” I whisper, keeping my voice low, fragile, like it might shatter if it gets any louder.

"He’s my stepdad. My real father left us when we were much younger and never looked back. My mum got remarried years ago, and honestly, he's the best thing that ever happened to us. He’s the only man I’ve ever called 'Dad.'" Damien stayed silent for a moment, absorbing that. "He loves you like you're his own. I wouldn't have known the difference." We drove to a popular fast-food chain nearby. There was a long drive-thru line. We got the order—greasy burgers, extra fries, and the sodas Dad had been craving. Just as we were pulling back into the hospital parking lot, Damien’s phone began to buzz incessantly against the console. He glanced at the caller ID and his jaw tightened.

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

I only left just to learn this and now my life is ruined and this is what I get . You are joking dad , you care more about your company than your own daughter health . “ how dare you sit there and vomit such words from your mouth , being away is the reason I lost Josh to Olivia and this is the reason and you can let me have that , you also want to take that away from me , I know you hate me but I never thought that you hated me this much .

My dearest Aurora, If you're reading this, then I've already left. Please don't blame Alexander. This was my decision. This afternoon I was contacted by Marcus Hale. If I gave myself up to you you would leave me alone. I couldn't allow my mistakes to destroy your future. Please don't look for me. Live your life. And if you can... Forgive your father. I love you. —Dad Aurora was getting to the final line of the paper, which was all smeared with tears. "No..." Her voice broke. "No..."

But even with all the love and care her mother provided, Cinderella often longed for a father figure in her life. Suddenly, they heard a knock at the door. Cinderella's mother went to answer it, wondering who it could possibly be. To their surprise, it was Daryl. Cinderella had met him a few times before, but she knew very little about him. As he approached with his well-dressed shirt and polished shoes, Cinderella rushed to him and called him Dad. Her mother was taken aback but quickly realized that Daryl might be just the man they were both looking for. He was kind, considerate, and had a heart of gold.

While a killer was dismembering me, my father was busy throwing a coming-of-age party for my adopted younger sister. When I called him for help, all I heard on the other end of the line was his venomous voice. "What kind of act are you putting on this time? If you want to die, hurry up and do it! Just stay out of my sight!" The next day, Dad went back to the police station to investigate a dismemberment case that had shocked the entire city. He gathered every clue the killer had left behind. What he never once suspected was that the body being pieced back together belonged to the biological daughter he hated so much.

On the day my uncle, Steve Chapman, showed signs of heart failure, my mother, Irina Cress, drugged my father, Sean Chapman, and placed him on the surgery table. His heart was taken by force and transplanted into Steve, which extended Steve’s life for an additional 10 years. I left home after that incident and studied hard. I eventually earned admission to a medical research university because I ranked first in my class. After 10 years, I developed an artificial heart and became a sought‑after expert in the medical field. Many people came to me and hoped to be placed on the list for an artificial heart. My assistant, Lewis Henderson, handed me the latest list of applicants. Steve’s name ap