I Became Doting Father Novels & Stories

“I’ll take it as my mom and I have never met you! We won’t help you!” “Olivia! Olivia…” Cameron clenched his teeth. “I’m your father… “Haven’t I loved you and doted on you since you were little?” The look in his eyes became doleful. “How could you treat me like this? I have never done anything wrong to you—”

His father, Alpha Martin, patted his shoulder, saying, "You are a brave man. I am very proud to be your father." Ian was taken aback by what his father had said. It was the first time he said anything like that. Even when he took the pack business to the higher position, he did not say something like that. Even if he had said that before, it did not seem to come from the bottom of his heart. But today, Ian saw a broken father looking at him with love and concern in his eyes for his son. "Mom and Dad, I am fine." He said, trying to calm them down. His eyes moved to his friends who were standing on the other side of the bed.

As soon as I reached the first floor, my father's low voice interrupted my thoughts: “And here is our daughter. Irina, come to us, he called me. My father is a tall man of forty-nine with the same platinum hair as mine. A piercing look of blue eyes, a large hooked nose, thin lips, well-defined cheekbones and a powerful chin with a small dimple. They say that the one who has it is monogamous. “They must be lying about this dimple,” a stupid thought flashed through my head.

"Okay. You know what, baby? Your daddy is the most handsome boy I've ever seen in my whole life and the most kind-hearted, too. He is always with Daddylo and Mommyla whenever they visit the orphanage. Your daddy loves reaching for people and giving them help. Baby, your daddy is a nice guy," I told him, remembering the reasons why I have fallen in love with his father. I smiled at a memory.

she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury. "I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.

Ian introduced himself. “You don’t say,” Father adjusted on his seat. “You mean you are Edward’s son? This is unbelievable,” Father expressed. I was confused. Does he know Ian’s father? Goddamn it! I’m in big trouble. “You know my father?” Ian asked. “Of course, son,” Father affirmed cheerfully. “When me and my late father used to visit Newmoon pack, I got to know your father and we became friends,” Father began. Friends? I shifted uncomfortably at the word. And I was going to reject him. Father would have skinned me alive. “Your father was a very blithe boy, jovial, and a great fighter, even at a young age. We would practice sword fighting till my father was done with the Alpha and would re

I explained and he nodded, finally stretching his hand. "Caleb Matthias, the supposed deadbeat father" He joked as I accepted his handshake. "Mackenzie Howard, your son's ex girlfriend. I'm guessing you are not really a deadbeat father" I forced a smile cursing Daniel inside my head. That jerk fed me lies. His handshake lingered and he furrowed his brows staring at me, I was wondering what I had done wrong when he said. "Nice perfume" I blushed at the compliment, I didn't even know what to say to him so I nodded.

“I DIDN’T ASK FOR A FUCKING DESCRIPTION OF MY FATHER!” “THEN YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE ASKED WHETHER HE WAS BETTER!” He dragged both hands down his face. “Jesus fucking Christ.” “And another thing, Lucien, your father doesn’t spend half his time trying to impress me. He doesn’t need to prove anything to anybody, and maybe that’s part of the problem because I find that confidence ridiculously attractive! He walks into a room, says exactly what he means, and somehow manages to make me forget every sensible thought I’ve ever had!”

I asked, standing firm at the door. “ I'm looking for a Mr Hunter Mcman?” “ You're speaking to him”. “ Perfect. Here is a message…..”, he handed me a hand written kind of envelope that sure has a large burdensome letter from someone. Once I opened the letter, tears filled my eyes. It was a letter from my dad and it read: My dear son, If you're reading this now, it means that I've been gone for a year now. I have no other reason of writing this other than to tell you that I love you and I certainly want the best for you.

At first, I despised him because I thought he practically sent me off to combat school to die. “My father was a wonderful man. Pure-hearted, true, strong, powerful. My father was the best. We didn't start off well but whsne I realized that he had my best interest at heart, we became best friends. He'd always come from my shows and public trainings. Always leave a note in my pocket when I wasn't looking.”