Father In Tagalog Novels & Stories

"I'm Patrick's stepfather. If I'm too strict with Patrick, people will say I'm abusing him. I'm strict with you because I'm your father and I have high hopes for you! Don't you understand that?" It was always this same excuse. To avoid suspicion, for the sake of his reputation, for optics, he treated his own daughter like dirt and his stepson like treasure. "I can't accept it." I stared intently at that glaring "+50". Dad snorted and uncapped the pen again. "Disrespecting elders and talking back." Under the column "Myra", he wrote: "-20". "I was going to let things slide, but since you love keeping score so much, let's lay it all out."

Lahat ginawa na niya para lang maramdaman ang pagmamahal nito at ituring siyang anak pero hindi niya ito makita o maramdaman man lang ni katiting. "But Dad," hindi alam ni Leo kung paano sisimulan ang gustong sabihin dahil sa takot nitong magkamali, "I love you as my bilogical Father." Huling kataga niya bago naramdaman ang pag-angat nito sa kama saka siya pinaluhod. Hindi inaasahan ni Leo ang ganitong kaganapan at ganitong scenario nila ng kinikilalang ama.

Forever. And he would be the father of my children. As many of them as he would give me.

Hanley hung his head, ashamed, not saying a word. The teacher came out with Christopher, and I glanced at Hanley. "Don't ever come near me again. Stay far away. This is what you said to me before, and now I'm saying it to you." I paused, then added, "By the way, you have a biological father out there, right? If things are so tough now, you can go to him. Don't bother me." Hanley, furious, stood up. "How could you…" With that, I grabbed Christopher's hand and pulled him into a nearby taxi, leaving without a second glance at Hanley, who stood frozen in place.

“If Rachel is such a good mother, then why don’t you go be her child’s father?” “Oh! You’re already Aileen’s dad, aren’t you? Back in the forest, you kept calling yourself ‘Daddy Carlson’ like she was your own.” “I told you a thousand times—I’m an Alpha. I’m the father of the whole pack! Aileen lost her father. What’s wrong with me looking after her?” “Are you the last male in Moonshadow Pack?” I used to wonder about it, so I secretly ran paternity tests on Carlson and Aileen—more than once. Every time, the result was the same. They weren’t blood-related.

My father explained and I got so maddened by his words. I wasn't surprised, my father had always been the selfish, self-centered and greedy type. "Point of correction, don't you dare address my boyfriend as useless because he is better than you both!" I fired at my dad hotly. "Avery! Mind your words," My mom warned me and I rolled my eyes at her.

“Maybe this will remind you who’s in charge here, piccola monella.” She banged the bars, crying out in pain, and for a flicker of a moment, I hesitated—something I rarely ever did. A capo must never show weakness. My father made sure I heard that sentence almost everyday from when I was a baby. It was in our blood, our legacy. The word 'ndrina' came from Greek, meaning “man who does not bend.” No mercy. Not even for her. I turned and walked towards the exit. “Goditi il soggiorno."

he answered me and suddenly entered the entirety of his pet "Ahhh fuck, are you damn I told you that this is my first, right?" I yelled at him as if I knew him "oh sorry baby" he apologized and started walking away ___ "Ughh ughh uhhm hm ah" "Ugh daddy uhh ahh" I growled madly quickly and he pulled away forcefully "ughhh fvck baby your so delicious ughh" he grunted while riding fast "Ughhh daddy f-faster please ughh"

His voice was a low, vibrating warning "The woman sitting in that chair is not your fiancée. She is your stepmother. She is the Matriarch of this family. If you raise your voice to her again, if you speak her name without the respect she is owed, I will not only freeze your accounts. I will erase your name from every legal document in this state. You will leave this house with nothing but the wet clothes on your back. Do you understand me?" Julian’s eyes were wide with a pure terror. He looked at Arthur’s face, searching for any trace of the father who had tolerated his mistakes for twenty-six years. He found nothing. There was only the cold wall of the Chairman. "I... I understand," Julian

Signed already. Italy. Sicily. “Where?” I asked. My voice surprised me. It was steady. “Sicily,” my father said. “You will go to Sicily.” My mother made a sound that was neither a cry nor a scream. She reached for me, but my father shoved her aside without hesitation. She hit the wall with a dull thud and slid slightly before catching herself. I stood. That was the moment I stopped being a daughter. I crossed the room and helped my mother up. Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough.