Father In Law Novels & Stories

Biya can hear the weak voice of her father. "Papa..." In her heart, she prayed for the disconnection of the phone. "Walaikum salam.... how are you doing, Mr father in law?" "W....who?" The phone trembled in the hand of Zaman. "Heyyy..... only your son-in-law can call you father-in-law. Isn't so? It's me, your dear son-in-law. I happened to listen about your heart attack....tsk...tsk... tsk... how bad is this, Mr father in law.... you are taking tension for no reason. It's just that your daughter married by running from home... it's not a big sin. If you agreed straightly then she shouldn't have to do all this. Anyways, who can m

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.

His eyes were darker than I remembered, sharp with intelligence, not cruelty. He looked at me openly now. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was calm. Polite. Detached. I inclined my head. “Good morning.” A pause. “You are… my father’s wife,” he said, not as a question. “Yes.” Another pause. Longer. Something shifted in his expression,not desire, not yet, but uncertainty. As if reality had not aligned with expectation. “I did not realize he married so… recently.” Recently. As if time measured legitimacy.

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

My father pushed me away slightly, his lips parting to spat in disbelief, " YOUR GRANDFATHER-IN-LAW." I almost slipped my feet in surprise. In my thoughts, Grandpa has always been kind to me. He was a father figure in our family. I muttered weakly, tears falling from my eyes, "I'm... Impossible..he won't ever...he.." My father shouted back his response more aggressively, blaming me for everything,

Greeting them every morning was my daily thing. “Good to see you, son," my father, Anthony Di Fiore, greeted me. He was known as an intelligent and strong ruler who governed his people with strict laws. Like him, I detested when people encroached on my territory. “Father, why are you looking so sad?”

I will be a caring and thoughtful husband to my precious darling! Father-in-law: Objection!! Why is my credit being assigned to him?!? It was me who was a caring father to my little girl, not this scoundrel! I even said my baby girl is overworked and tired and stuff, but did he ask about her wellbeing at all?? He literally came to his fiancée’s house and let alone ask about her, he didn’t even mention her!!! Not one word!!! щ（ﾟДﾟщ） Blackie: Hehe. Good luck trying to talk some sense where there is none. Now you know how I, a sane AI system, feel next to those two retards. ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌

Thus, she flew into a rage and roared in a thunderous voice, "Nathan Clemon! How dare you?! How dare you hit your father in law?!" When Nathan heard the words 'father in law', a cold and cruel smile appeared on his enraged expression. "Father in law? Haha. I call him 'father in law' out of respect. He is nothing but a wretched man!" Even with Connie standing right in front of him, he didn't seem inclined to be tolerant today. He pointed at Adrian and said warningly, "You wretched man! Listen well, how I raise my daughter is none of your business! More than that, it

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.

My father has been long dead and I never even knew. “Who are you?” I asked, then decided that it may not even be a person so I asked… “What are you?” He took no offence in being referred to as a thing in my question, he just laughed. “I’m your brother in law.” He replied to me with a smug tone like he was enjoying my ignorance. “I have to say, I’m hurt that you could forget about me. Even if I’m in your father’s body, you should remember what my presence feels like at least. And I’m disappointed in you brother…”