Ex Dad Novels & Stories

dad said. "Roman as in Roman Xavier, dad are you crazy he is Jake's driver and best friend. " I said and dad smirked. "is he?" dad asked humorously and an I got it, I said "he is your man isn't he, " "Exactly," Dad said. 1 week later

Elara This man is Alpha Damon Crassus! The reality crashed into me, and any admiration I might have had for him went down the drain. All I could feel was anger. Even though he wasn't the Crassus who had dragged me through the mud and almost ruined my life two years ago, that didn't change the fact that he was still a Crassus. Not to mention, he was Jason's father! The thought alone made my face morph into a frown. But before the disdain could fully show on my features, a tall, dark-haired man stepped into the room and made his way toward us. He had a lean build and looked to be in his mid-thirties.

Bex laughs, and I nod. "Who is he?" Alaric looks at her. "Max's father is friends with the Dean, makes considerable donations, and has done so for a few years." Bex explains. "Four years ago, his older son was there. He was just as bad as Max, but nothing got done. He got warnings, verbal, not recorded so it appeared like he had a perfect record. People know, so no one even wastes time reporting Max and his behaviour." "His last name, please, Bex?" Alaric looks at her.

she doesn't have any will to live anymore. "How did you get my number by the way?" "From Alastar–" "Oh fuck it," she blurted out. Cassian didn't say anything after that while Catherine rolled her eyes. She's feeling so miserable earlier, but now, she could swear that she's a bitch who could slap her now ex-boyfriend anytime she wants. "Where do you plan to go now?" Catherine looked at the man who took her away, his jaw tightened as his Adam's apple moved when he swallowed hard.

In that moment, I realize one thing. I’m incredibly and irrevocably attracted to Nolan- my boss and my ex’s father-in-law.

EMMA “His father did what?” I asked, seething yet again. What was up with such fucking dickhead parents? I understood my mother’s actions better than what his father did. How could he do that to his son? Xander looked at me, understanding my anger. He knew how I felt about it. I knew how he felt about it. It was inexcusable. “He was killed during the war. I can’t say that anyone mourned his death, not even Kristi. He was an absolute piece of shit. I think it’s great that you’re going to train him. He’ll be a badass in no time,” he smiled encouragingly.

"Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years." That person froze. The entire office fell dead silent. The teacher looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, but she ultimately kept it to herself and placed my withdrawal application at the corner of her desk. I turned on my heel and left the office. The school corridor stretched out ahead of me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, creating a checkered pattern of light and dark across the linoleum floor. When I walked past the Wall of Fame, I caught the photograph prominently displayed in the center. My father, Ian Smith, stood to one side while his stepso

The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up his own lungs. He kept muttering in a broken voice, "No… This is impossible… Ewan…" The young police officer who had been staring at Dad all along shot him a look as sharp as a knife. His voice dripped with anger and contempt as he said, "You call this a prank? Your child has been dead for more than three days and you didn't even notice. How do you call yourself a father?"

Derrick muttered, his resolve unwavering. “Haven’t you done enough? You ruined me too. I never got to watch my kids grow up or hold them as babies. I never even got to hear them call me dad. And now, it appears I would die without any of that,” Xavier mumbled sadly, his heart heavy with the weight of his own losses.

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.