Happy Heavenly Father's Day Novels & Stories

I extended a handshake to Father George “Good day Father, it’s nice to see you are in good health” “The Lord we serve is a merciful Lord” he said shaking my hand “Please take a seat” “Thank you” I said sitting next to Father Frank “Remember our first meeting when you were mourning your family and feeling guilty for what happened to them and I told you God has big plans for you, well look at you now” he said smiling “It hasn’t been easy, Father, but thank God He gave me amazing people. I am who I am today because of Father Frank, Haley and Harper. They are an amazing family”

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."

Writer’s Pov “Hello daddy” she said to him “Hey dear, how was your day?” Cayden asked her. “My day went well and I’m so happy” she replied to her dad smiling. “It’s so good to hear you sound this happy, so what’s the good news hope you don’t mind sharing?” Her dad asked because he was curious to know what was making her so happy. “I don’t mind sharing in fact I would have giving you a call if you didn’t” Kaylee said to her dad.

I cleared my throat, and he jolted—setting the glass down so fast it clinked against the marble counter. “Hey,” he said, his voice rough. His eyes flickered from me to Summer, who hovered shyly at my side. “Go on, baby,” I whispered, giving her a gentle push forward. Helios stood, then sank to his knees the moment she stepped toward him. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” Summer said, holding out the card with trembling hands. “Happy Father’s Day.” His lips parted in shock—then he looked at me, his eyes wide with disbelief, before taking the card from her. He opened it slowly, scanning the words she’d written, and I gasped.

Father gives a candle to hope "Pray for him! You're friend will be fine very soon jesus is with you my child" Father blessed the Hope "Thank you Father" Hope Jaldi se candle jalati hai. Jesus ke Saamne khadi ho jaati hai uske eyes se tears aane lagte hai. Hope quickly lights the candle and kneel herself Infront of the Jesus. "Jesus I haven't asked you anything till now, .Even I never asked anything for my dad infront of you. But today I'm asking you for Ryan's life. Please Jesus save him" tears drop-downing on her cheeks

God's plan no one has ever known, no one can guess. God calls Father because God really loves you, God doesn't want you to linger in this mortal world. Father's house is ready, and God has called Father to come home, occupy your new home in Heaven. Diana missed Dad. Do you miss Diana too? Diana hopes so. If God permits, Diana wants to meet Daddy. Even though it was only 5 minutes, Diana wanted to hug my father, Diana wanted to tell him many things.

I got a text from my father and I haven't spoken with the man since June! Maximus my dear son, on Saturday, as you know, your mother and I will be celebrating my birthday and our 34th wedding anniversary. It would give me great pleasure to see you there and to meet your lovely date, which your mother keeps telling me about. I hope you will be able to come. Love, your father. I hoped he didn't mean Sally. How could I turn down an invitation like that?

Moments later, as I stepped out of the bathroom after a quick shower, my phone vibrated with a call from my dad. Smiling, I answered the phone and placed it to my ear as I dried my hair with a towel. “Hello, my pumpkin,” His voice boomed from the other end. “How have you been?” “I've been well. How are you, dad?” I asked, returning the used towel to the bathroom. “Very good. Dubai's weather is doing wonders for my health,” He replied. “I hope you are enjoying your stay at Niccolo's place.” “Yes, dad.”

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.

My father, his wife, and the son who knows exactly how she screams when she's pushed against a wall. Heaven is far away from this house. But right now, hell feels pretty good.