Father In Law Novels & Stories

I whispered. He exhaled, surprised, but hugged back. When we parted, he waved and left. Adrian took my hand again. “You okay? Hungry?” “I’m fine. Not hungry… yet.” We both laughed. I spotted my father and pulled Adrian toward him. The music and celebration still roared grandly. I pulled my father into a tight hug. He reached out and shook Adrian's hand. Adrian whispered softly, “Thank you… Father-in-law.” My father groaned. “Don’t call me that. Ever. It doesn’t suit me.”

After a moment, the Great Father himself strode through. The Great Father was a large man, tall and wide and built like a linebacker. He was older than Billie's daddy, probably in his fifties, and he held himself like the son of God that he was. Unlike the other men of the compound, the Great Father wore all black, it set him apart and reminded everyone that he was their connection to the almighty, he was the reason they all lived together in harmony, why they'd devoted themselves to Father's Pride. He stood before them with his hands on his hips. "Girls, you have no idea how proud I am to finally have you all before me."

“Cut the crap. I know why you’re here. Let me guess—you’re trying to use my father to pressure me? Get him to force me to marry you?” I didn’t answer, just watched him quietly as he continued his little performance. “Listen here, you bitch,” he stepped forward, grabbing my arm roughly. “I’d rather die than marry you. That bullshit marriage contract your dead father left behind means nothing to me. I’m the Moretti heir, not your slave!” His fingers dug into my skin, leaving red marks. “Let go,” I said, my voice soft but cold. “Or what? What are you gonna do about it?”

“Where… where am I?” The man shrugs casually. “Somewhere nobody will hear you.” He circles Eli slowly, like a vulture. “Try not to waste your energy. You’re going to need it.” Eli’s blood runs ice cold. “What do you want?” he forces out. His voice sounds smaller. Shaky. Pathetic. The man tuts, unimpressed. “Your boyfriend’s father wants you back in one piece. I’m just the delivery guy.” Eli’s breathing stops.

her voice was a tiny, terrified squeak. “You have disrespected my woman for the last time,” he said, his tone so cold it made the hospital room feel like a freezer. “You are a spoiled, vicious stain on this family. And I am done cleaning you up.” “No! Father, please!” her begging started, frantic and pathetic. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! It was a mistake! Please, don’t—”

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.

Then the low, familiar voice I knew from every Sunday dinner and every proud speech. “Room’s busy. What’s going on in here, Damon?” My stomach dropped so hard I nearly threw up. That voice. My father. Then another man laughed. “Looks like we’re just in time.” “Then we should join in,” my father said, his voice thick with hunger. “This is the kind of feast I like.” ***** I froze completely. Eleven men had already used me. My pussy was sloppy, dripping with their cum, and now my own father in law was standing there with his trousers dropping, his thick, heavy, matured cock bouncing free into the air, already half-hard and veiny.

Khira's POV Daughter-in-law… The word hung in the air. It sounded so wrong. How was this man with the way he looked, my father in law. Alex had told me that his father ended up in jail and died of a heart attack. It should have made me sick, what this man was saying. It should have made me scream. But as I stared into Adrien's abyss-like eyes, all I felt was a strange, vibrating numbness. "You're lying" I whispered, though my voice lacked conviction.

Dad groaned. "I think you should do what Mom says," I said. Dad looked me in the eyes while Brandon is still teasing my Dad. Dad then let out a heavy sigh. "Call me in case of emergency," he said. "And you!" He points the finger at Brandon. "Yes, father-in-law?" Brandon said. "Shut the fuck up and stop calling me father-in-law! If you would do something to my son, I swear to God. I will kill you," Dad gritted his teeth.

I didn't understand anything about him Me: Mom, how Dad left us, I'm not following you Mom: (weeps)😖😭😭your father had an accident, he didn't survive, he died immediately What she was saying didn't sound in my head, my father? She's joking I think Me: Mom stops joking, I had dad on the phone not long ago, he told me that he loves me and that he is proud of me and that he loves you too. So what you say makes no sense