Darling Dad Novels & Stories

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.

I quickly floated in front of him and shouted, “Dad, don’t. You’ll go to jail.” Maybe it was my imagination, but Dad froze for a second. Then he looked around the room and threw the fruit knife he had just picked up onto the floor. He collapsed and sobbed, murmuring my name over and over. “Calvin. Calvin.” I didn’t answer him. I only sat down beside him. Slowly, Dad seemed to go numb. He sat there in a daze for another entire night. The next day, he forced himself to pull together. He used every connection he had to gather evidence of Lucy’s affair.

" Alright, I'll sign the papers then. " " Okay, that's a good decision. " " Hm, Darling, can you fulfill one of my other Wishes? ". " What is it, Dad? " " I know that all my life I haven't been a good father to you and now that I am on the verge of death, I deeply regret all of my actions. " " You aren't going to die, Daddy! , You'll have to live to see me get married, you are going to be the one who's going to walk me down the Aisle alright? "

There was a pleasant laugh from Daff when she nodded, “She suggests the most outrageous swimming challenges.” Something about her tone of voice that indicated happy and silly memories put Daryl in a warm mood. “What about your dad? You guys go together on your trips?” Daryl couldn’t help the question. Daff’s father seemed so mysterious and out of reach and yet, so closely related to the entire situation. Daff nodded, “My dad is always close. Sometimes, he grows really frail spending too much time at the cottage and has to recuperate by flying back into the woods.” “Flying, right.” Daryl looked over to give Beryl a look as if to say there was only so much she could take in a day.

“My dad was a pack Tracker and later he became an Elite, so he lived every day like it could be his last.” “Elite Shaw,” the alpha muttered and nodded to my surprise. “I remember him. Dylan used to brag about his dad all the time. I also met him a couple of years ago. He was a good man. I’m sorry for your loss.” I nodded. I didn’t really know how to reply to that, but I did feel my heart swell with pride, knowing that he knew my father. Even my wolf puffed out her chest at the mention of our dad. I wasn’t a particular daddy’s girl, but I fondly remembered the times when he returned home. He would spend every minute of every day telling us how much he loved us. He kissed mom at every opportun

"Your dad was Darren." He frowned, his little face scrunching up. "What kind of person was Darren's dad?" I smiled, though it hurt, the memories sharp as claws. "He was a super handsome diplomat. Very charming. You've got his eyes," I said, my voice catching. "He loved riding his motorcycle, taking me to work, showing off with that big, sunny grin of his. And every time I was in trouble, he was there, right by my side, no questions asked."

he groaned dramatically. “Come here, little tornado!” Dary beckoned warmly to his daughter. But Destiny shook her head. “No! Daddy is bad. Big bro is the best!” she declared. Summer stifled a laugh, clearly amused. It was usually “Mommy is bad, but Daddy is always the best.” Now, her husband was getting a taste of his own medicine. Darcy glanced at Damien, the young man who had once been a boy in his care but now stood tall, and was accompanied by his wife. His expression softened. “Come inside,” he said.

dad said grimly. I was confused. "What asshole?" I asked. "Mark Phillips. My sorry excuse of a father," dad said. his eyes were glowing with anger. Wow, he really is a piece of shit.

“I am telling you, Dad. These cupcakes became a hit at W&S. I have been getting clingy texts the past couple of days because I was with you and did not bring any.” “Who are the assholes who dare be clingy to my angel?” Dad takes a bite of a cupcake and a small smile twitches his lips. “Chocolate. I thought any flavor other than vanilla is blasphemy.” “It is, but apparently, chocolate is popular.” “Apparently. Presumptuous chocolate.” “I know, right?” I lean over on the counter to watch him closely. I have been doing that a lot lately, watching him, making sure he’s actually awake and right in front of me.

As I stood in front of the mirror and admired my curvaceous figure, I remembered that Dylan and I didn't even have a wedding ceremony in our past life. That was when Dylan suddenly appeared in the dressing room, glaring sinisterly at me. "You really have an appetite, able to stomach someone as old as my father!" I chuckled and retorted without qualms, "At least he's much more virile in bed than you are." Dylan's face turned ashen instantly, his hands clenching into knuckles. "Were you reborn too? I get it—you're just feeling upset, that's why you chose my dad. But you'd definitely regret it!"