Father In Law Novels & Stories

… The next day, I stayed home. I sat in the living room, all focused on sewing clothes for my son. Logan was a regimental commander, often admonishing Artie and me to be frugal and not to live beyond our means. Although Artie was too young to understand, he knew his father was a great hero who protected our country, so he had never made any demands of Logan or me.

Before I could even blink, he pointed at me, his face bright red as he stammered. "Y-you!!" he roared. But before he could say another word, I let out a giggle and turned to my father, taking a slow drag from the cigarette. “Father-in-law seems really excited to meet me, don’t you think?” No response. Father only stared, eyes narrowed, and I knew it was because if he said anything now, he’d lose control and he didn’t want these people to see the kind of man he really was. So, he stayed silent and just watched.

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.

He’s surprisingly receptive, and it doesn’t take too long before we’re laughing our heads off over very insignificant things. My father in-law is an old man, almost too tired of this life, fed up with the same routine. He needs a form of relaxation, and I’m going to use his need against him. I was searching for a piece of the puzzle, but I got two. Alejandro Vastlav and Zakone Vastlav. Men.

Now, looking at his sweaty body and messy getup, he was sure that his son really sacrificed a lot for his father-in-law's approval and forgiveness. Old Master Tang turned around to look at his friend with a gentle smile on his face, "JirenI am disciplining him because I treat him like my sonYou You don't like that?" The old man even batted his eyelashes after saying that. Old Master Song averted his gaze, feeling embarrassed. This old fox is back to his true colors again. Song Tianyu: "_" Father-in-law, you deserve an oscar for your acting. Right at this moment, his phone went off.

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.”

He said simply and dropped his cutlery. “We are working on something.” I forced a smile. What kind of father is more interested in his numbers increasing than the well-being of his child? Ethan has no idea the altitude I have to suck from this man just because of him. He hummed. “While Ethan is getting married to that girl right.” He scoffed. He might not have openly said it but he had always seen himself as the Voss in-law for a long time. That was why he didn’t hesitate to release his asset to Ethan at first. He doesn’t joke with his money yet he was able to lose it all.

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.

Opula interposed him, “I am against such a decision, father. Do you realize you are talking about my husband? He is a member of this family and has every right to air his opinion. This is an embarrassment to me and my husband.” Fanny let a brief smile and then frowned, “As far as I am concerned, you are not married. If indeed you are married, you wouldn’t be staying under my roof with your husbands,” he pointed at Opula and Kate, I feed your husbands, cloth them and pay them allowances, tell me the father in-law that does that . They should take you to their homes and begin to act as men and not boys.”