Father In Law Novels & Stories

He is wearing a white shirt with two loose buttons that exposes his hairy chest where, if I peer closely, I can see the red welts I left on his body. “Joe, son, look at you!” he says, hugging his son. They slap each other’s backs, rocking back and forth while I stand behind them, waiting. My breath hitches, skin prickling. I am short of words. “Dad, I want you to meet my fiancée, Avery Pope!” Joe says when their hug breaks. He steps out of the way so I can come face-to-face with his father. For a second or two, we just stare at each other. The tension bristles in the air.

he said, puffing another smoke to my face. I coughed and cried as I realized that the previous day was the deadline for us to send the money, which we haven't even gotten. "And from today, I will become your father-in-law. You need to stop crying already. My son wouldn't like a whimpering lady for a wife " Father-in-law, my son, Wife....were all I heard before I fell into a total blackout.

We’ve been trying for kids for years, and every failed test strips away a little more of his patience, turning it into resentment he tries to hide but can’t. Across the fire sits my father in-law Victor, Fidelis’s father. God, where do I even start with him? At 52, he’s a force of nature—tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that falls just right over his forehead, and a jawline that could cut glass. He’s built like he spends his days hauling logs or wrestling bears, muscles rippling under his faded flannel shirt every time he moves. His eyes, deep brown and piercing, always seem to find mine across the flames, holding a secret promise that makes my thighs clench.

Arthur walked slowly through the door. He wore a long dark coat and gold-framed glasses. He carried himself with the authority of a man who had spent his life at the top. He had grown old, but I would never forget his face. The whole room went silent. "Judge Veyra." Arthur looked at me and said in a grave voice, "I am Seraphina's father." He did not recognize me. Of course not. My mother and I meant nothing to him. He had cast us aside with a single word.

Julian let out a mockingly arrogant laugh, adjusting his blood stained collar as he leaned against his desk. "My job?" Julian sneered, shaking his head. "He's my father, Evelyn. He's just throwing a tantrum because he caught me messing around with your little friend. He'll come around. He's a Montgomery, and blood is thicker than water. Do you really think he's ever going to believe some discarded, nobody auditor over his own son?” I offered him a tight, pitying smile, the kind you give to a child who doesn't understand the fire he's playing with.

Luca bites his lip, sending my father an apologetic smile. My father sends me a quick glance, that tells me that so far he likes Luca. "It's okay Luca, I remember the first time meeting my father in law. I have never ... before or after, been that close to pissing my pants, he was a priest and I was so scared I would swear". *Meri* "Iskä". I almost cry out, as I walk through the door, seeing my father talking and laughing with Lumi and Luca. "Hani, come hug Your old dad". My father holds out his arms, and I run right into them, letting him squeeze me for a moment, hoping he can push the broken pieces back together.

I let out a deep breath, everything was becoming frustrating. "You don't have to do anything," A familiar voice said as he entered the room. "Father," Leon greeted. "Father-in-law," I greeted, he responded and took his seat on the chair in my ward, "To what do I owe this visit?" "My son and daughter are in the hospital, shouldn't I visit?" Father-in-law asked, his eyes fixed on me, making me cower in fear. Father-in-law has the authority that make anyone shake whenever he enters somewhere.

"That's right Dad. But yours is different. I can meet you for the first time and classify you as not rude but Leone! Dad, you don't know what you're talking about." "Okay. Whatever you say then. How's he like? I haven't even seen the picture of my son-in-law to be. What sort of Father-in-law would I be? You should have at least one of his pictures on your phone, right?" "No Dad. Like my sentences revealed, I don't care about that man. I don't have any of his pictures on my phone. Why would I?" "Cause you're his fiance?" Her Dad replied sarcastically, more like he was asking a question.

I tried again, but he hung up on me the second time. When I tried again for the third time, I put Brian on speaker so his annoyed voice would echo through the corridor. “Can you stop? Are you dying? Why are you bombarding me with calls?” He sounded as cold and distant as he was in my last life. My eyes turned cold when I recalled the images of how he killed me in my last life. However, I had no choice but to act. “Brian, your father just fell down and is bleeding profusely. The hospital requires his immediate family member to sign the consent form for surgery. Can you quickly come over to Peace Hospital?”

It instantly clicked in my head that it was my father-in-law who had nearly hit me with his car while I was running away from Thayer. I sat up straight immediately. “Father,” I greeted. “How are you doing now? I’m sorry I almost hit you last night,” he explained, his voice laced with concern. “I’m fine. It’s not your fault,” I sniffed, but I knew I was not fine, and he must have sensed I was lying because he scoffed at my response. “You know you don’t have to lie to me like that, Maeve…” “I’m truly fine, Father…” “Xander,” he cut in sharply. “Call me Xander,” he corrected, and I inhaled sharply.