Father In Law Novels & Stories

Father responded. “Did you try to go against this law one bit for the sake of your daughter? I mean, sacrifice,” the voice of the beast was laced with concern. “The laws of this pack can’t be adjusted. And no one dares to go against them. The high and mighty made it so,” Father portrayed his actual self. He has always been a man who avoided responsibility and accountability. He understood every word of the beast but was doing everything within his power not to take responsibility. Typical of him.

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?”

My father appeared at my side looking ready and swallowed as everyone moved into the church to wait for the bride. My father, Don Dagon, tall, iron-gray, the kind of man who entered rooms and made conversations die. I barely saw him. Meetings in his study were rare, always brief, always about duty. Today he looked at me once, eyes unreadable, and offered his arm. “Fai onore alla famiglia,” he said low in Italian, voice like gravel. “Metti la famiglia al primo posto.”(Make the family proud. Put family first.) I nodded, throat tight. “Sì, Papà,” I whispered, the words small and obedient.

There were sixteen and they both loved staying up late doing whatever kids did. Binging shows, and texting friends. I would miss them too but they didn't really need me that much the way they used to. They will be fine on their own. My heels echoed against the marble as I headed for Papà’s office. I rarely went in there—I preferred not to know too much about his business. Rule number one of having a Mafia Boss as a father. No Questions. I knocked, waiting for his voice. “Come in.” Papà was seated behind his desk in a room filled with men in black suits.

I put on my fake smile about to head to them when I heard my name. "Elara." it was Victor, my name rolling off his tongue like it was made for him. I debated on whether to run off or stay. He was my future father in law so it wasn't exactly weird if people saw us interacting in public but I was also scared people would see right through us and somehow know we had been intimate. I turned to him filled with hesitation likely had a lot to do with my deluded fantasies regarding me. I really needed to get over this fixation with him and move on. I couldn’t spend her whole life wanting my father in law.

He threw his hands up in the air, his fingers trembling. "Every single one of my accounts is locked. The bank won't even talk to my lawyers. They said it was an internal audit authorized by the Chairman's office. I know what you’re doing. You’re mad because of Chloe. You’re trying to punish me by turning my father against me!" He took another step closer, his eyes locked onto her face, searching for the soft, compliant girl he had known for years.

So why does he seem… He continued, “Stop seducing me, Scarlett. I will not touch you. I will not dishonor my son. And I will not indulge whatever foolish mission you think you’re on.” Mission. He said it again. Did he know? His jaw flexed. “But, Daddy…” His jaw tightened, his eyes blazing now and sending shivers down my spine. “Don’t ever call me that!” he snapped, as if the word was an abomination. “What should you call me as your father-in-law?” “Father or Alpha,” I mumbled. “Good!” He gestured toward the door. “You’ve been dismissed.” The words hit harder than any insult.

but I was not going to leave until I hear what that was all about. “He might as well be a god, my father is the Don, head of a mafia family in Summer Strand and his word is law. My brother, your father is his son, and you can guess little one what kind of monster he is to be sitting at his right-hand side. Killing is a hobby for him, and I am going to make you pay for what he did to my husband!”

"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.

He says as he caresses bua's head as my father used to do it. Tears come to my eyes as I miss him. Father in law comes toward them, sighs and says, "Fine. I am strict but that doesn't mean I don't think about your happiness. I love you and I want best for you. Forgive me if I crossed any line." "Why are saying that it's my all fault, if only I had enough courage and trust in you, things would have been different. But I really love him. He is the one for me. Like sister in law is for you." Teju bua says hugging father.