Happy Heavenly Father's Day Novels & Stories

she answers quietly after a few seconds, "What about your dad? When are you going to give the good news of his return?" "I have no idea. He's been postponing his return. Apparently, he met someone," I laugh and roll my eyes. I really can't imagine my father dating someone after being in deep grief for four years since my mother died, but I do feel like it’s time for him to move on, "Jubilo Day is the day of good news and blessings, so I'll talk about his return too, whether he's here or not. Hopefully, we'll get some snow that day and everyone will be excited."

"If you hate me so much, just let me go! Let me go back to my father." The words tore out of her, desperate and raw. For a heartbeat, she almost believed he might hesitate. Julian laughed. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t amused. It was a dry, humorless sound that carried no warmth at all. "Your father?" he echoed. "Silas Vance?" He took a step back at last not to give her space, but to look at her more clearly, as though distance sharpened his cruelty. "He’s already called me three times today, Mary," Julian said calmly. "He didn’t ask about you. He asked if the merger was still moving forward. He asked if the checks would still be clear."

“Happy birthday my sweet daughter, Eva.” It was my father, and my brother Dave.

Life isn't just about happiness. My father, who I idolized the most, turned into someone I don't know now. He was a loving, caring and understandable father for me, back then.. He always do things for me to be happy. Gives me everything I want and anything I need. He was my savior, my all. But now? I don't know. "Please don't make this hard for us, Chan. You know the reason why we are doing this," Papa said in a calm tone.

I scoffed, and my face curled in disgust. That whore! I would deal with her in my own time. My father finished his drink and stood up happily to address the crowd. "I welcome you all to this special day. I hope you enjoy the birthday festivities and eat and drink to your fullest..." While my father was talking, I texted Jonas and told him to get Alexa, Lucy and April ready and tell Alexa that she would be first. "... May the Goddess continue to bless the empire and help it grow." There was an uproar of applause. I smiled and gave a polite nod to my father, and asked him for permission to speak using the mind link.

Her father promised tearfully. "You look after our daughter, love her in a way that makes her happy, son," Her mother sobbed. He nodded in acknowledgement and respect Abhaya's father and mother. The width of his smile as they both approached the altar. It's frightening to say, but he's overjoyed, and he can't hide his happiness from that day.

“Your dad? The doctor?” ‎“The doctor, the legend, the man who thinks he’s too busy to have a social life. But I promise you, you’ll meet him on Christmas Eve. He’s hosting the holiday party this year.” Cami shrugged, totally unconcerned. “Anyway, he rushed back to the hospital. Hopefully, he didn’t accidentally run anyone over in the process.” ‎ ‎I shook the image of the rude, devastating stranger from my head. No way was that intense, dark-eyed man Cami’s dad. He had looked like a storm, not a family man hosting a party.

One I would’ve thought impossible a year ago. Now, I was sprawled across the office sofa, completely drained in the best way. “Good job, Sera!” Mira, my assistant, came bouncing into the room. “Your father called to say congrats. He and your mom are flying in tonight—they want to throw a dinner in your honor.” She paused when she saw me lying there. Her eyebrows scrunched together like she’d found me committing a crime. “You should be out celebrating. Not napping like a retired accountant.”

Leo, Cheryl, Bryan, Sophia, and Richard were screaming through the phone. I wasn't screaming with them. I was holding my girls so tight, saying a heartfelt prayer to the heavens. For peace. For my family. For this life. I'm always gonna be grateful. “Happy New Year, my gorgeous ladies.” “Happy New Year, Daddy.” “Happy New Year, my love.” THANK YOU, GOOD HEAVENS!

“Got any weekend plans? The weather is supposed to be beautiful.” “No plans yet. You?” “Portland,” he said, slapping his hands together and rubbing them back and forth vigorously. “My dad is turning forty-three, and my mom has planned an epic party at our family cabin. He has no clue, and,” he winked, “there’ll be an open bar.” I laughed and crossed my ankles. “He’s a lucky guy. Never heard of someone having a blowout for their forty-third birthday. Forty or forty-five, sure. But forty-three? Why the big party?”