Darling Dad Novels & Stories

“You’re not his dad.” Skye grins at this. “Might as well be.” Dallas sees Skye looking around and he immediately gives him the other pole for the tent. “You’d make great dad though.” Skye freezes, his hand lingering in midair as he scans Dallas’s awfully cute face. Dallas blushes profusely under Skye’s scrutinizing gaze, the elder’s eyes enough to make him want to melt into a puddle right then and there. “No, stop staring.” He complains.

Their son was not dead, he was still alive! “Dad! Mom!” Darryl could not hide his emotions anymore and quickly rushed over to hug his parents. “I’m so sorry for being an unfilial son, but I’ve been missing both of you!” He could no longer control his tears anymore which fiercely fell at that moment. He had not seen his parents for a long time. They had become even thinner. “Son, you’re not dead. You’re not dead…” Daniel’s hands were trembling as he touched Darryl’s cheeks. It felt as though he was in a dream.

She would brag how she met him once when she was in New York, and how he was the nicest man. With my dad, it was Led Zeppelin. Together we would dance around the house rocking out like we were in the band ourselves. To think that there was a possibility that I wasn’t an actual Thorne tore my heart out. I couldn’t be related to the Darlings. I just couldn’t. Draven knocked on the door softly, and I told him I would be out shortly. As much as I would love to have some steamy shower sex, now wasn’t a good time for me mentally. He would have to just deal with another night of cuddles.

Well, the good parts of heaven, anyway. "You'd really do that for me?" I asked, my voice softer than I intended. Dad's expression softened. "Of course, little Morningstar. That's what fathers do, right?" I snorted. "I'm pretty sure most fathers don't offer to cover their daughter's torture duties so she can go on a romantic getaway to get her emotional shit together." "Well, I've never been one for convention," Dad replied with a wink. Without thinking, I threw my arms around him in a tight hug. "That would be great, Dad. Thank you."

The Old Master said and hung up the call with Mavis immediately. Darryl was still happily enjoying his drink in his room when he suddenly heard his phone ringing. After checking the caller ID, he saw it was a call from his father. Therefore, he immediately picked up the call. "Hello, Dad." He greeted warmly. "Son, what the hell is wrong with you? I heard you've not been eating well." Old Master Shaw voiced out his concern. "Dad, I'm alright. There's nothing wrong with me. Besides, I'm eating as we speak now." Darryl replied.

I growl, shaking my head in annoyance, but falling into my dad's arms to hug him tightly, "He was standing there like an idiot so I fell because of him and then he told me to fuck off when I asked for help, like... what? If I make someone fall, I'll help them get up." "Most men here are rough around the edges, Birdie, not everyone is as nice as you," he says, forcing me to stay in the hug a little longer, "Ignore that. How are you?" I sigh, forcing myself to relax, and this time I'm the one who holds on longer. I bury my face on my dad's shoulder since he's a little shorter than me. "I'm... heartbroken," I admit in a whisper. My dad sighs and asks what did Dolly do this time, while patting m

"Maybe your dad had to give up on a huge deal on the day you were born. Your birth might have cost him that opportunity and set him on a difficult path. His resentment toward you could stem from that loss." "Or maybe you look like his mistress. Your mom could have despised you for it, and your dad just went along." So I started investigating in secret, but nothing added up. Dad was a teacher. He had no business experience at all. He had always been upright and principled, and he had never had an affair. I truly didn't understand why he was so determined to keep me from dating or getting married. The irony was that I was beautiful and admired everywhere. Often, I seemed to find true love, yet

I looked up at Charles, who was already staring intently at the locked bedroom door. "Charles? You up yet? The wood stove went out, and it's freezing in here," my dad's voice echoed from the hallway. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

she said and Darcie gasped "That's a lie, my dad will never destroy what he cherish most in his life" Darcie snapped "But he once destroy what he cherish most in his life which is his own daughter, did you even know your foster dad also had a daughter but due to his greediness, he mistakenly kill his own daughter with his hands" Mrs Lyla said and Darcie was shocked "Noo that's a lie, you're lying to me" she said "No she's not" a familiar voice said and Darcie turned to see her dad, she ran to him and hug him tightly

Staring down at the picture, he feels a pang in his chest as he thinks about poor Darla. Darla was his friend. His daddy had brought her home a few month ago, saying that she was his new mommy. Nate missed his real mommy, but he couldn't talk about her because it upset his daddy. It has only been a few months since she died and he still missed her, but he liked Darla. She was young and pretty. She hated his Daddy, but she was nice to him. He brought her food and water. She would tell him stories and hug him. He called her 'mommy', like his father had told him to do, but she never stopped talking about getting away from the motel and from Dave.