I Will Be Your Father Figure Novels & Stories

Scared of becoming the same kind of father he once had. “I’ll try my best to become a good father, son. I’ll do my best,” Zayne whispered before curling up there while tightly holding the picture.

"You're supposed to be my father. Isn't that why you took me in? I--" "Your parents are the reason I took you in, and my conscience is clear. I have done everything they could have wanted for you. I am your father in all but blood, and I love you. But I will not protect you from your mistakes. Cooperate, don't cause them trouble, and maybe earn a bit of leniency." He sneered. "Leniency. I don't need leniency. I need you to do what you're supposed to and get me out of here. I have a whole life that I--"

“Because you’re not.” The meaning hits me at once. “Adrian, no. It's too much to ask, you have your job here.” “I can transfer it. And no, it's not too much, Lena. You're my best friend.” I let his words wash over me for a moment. “Will you really move with us?” Adrian shrugs lightly. “Elena, I’ve been Uncle Addy since the day Maya was born,” he says with a small smile. “And I plan to keep that title.”

, I understood immediately. Over the years, Edgar had tried many ways to repair our relationship. But every time, it had done nothing except drill into me even deeper just how impossible he was—just like today. I took a deep breath and thanked Mr. Palmer. Then, I turned and left. From behind me came hushed whispers. "So, that's Mr. Booker's son? He's not quite what I imagined." "I heard he was raised by his grandmother in the countryside. And for over a decade, Mr. Booker never once went back to see him."

“And someday, when you die, you won’t be missed. Not by me, not by Peter or Eliza, not even by Mom or Malakai or Axel. And I will have children of my own who will never have to suffer the same abuse that I did. They will know what it’s like to have a father who loves them unconditionally.” My father’s face contorted with rage, his own eyes flashing yellow in response to my challenge. His mouth opened, ready to deliver what I was sure would be another cutting remark, another attempt to tear me down and put me in my place. But before he could speak, the door creaked open. We both turned, and there he was. Peter. “He’s right, Father. You are a cold bastard. And no one will miss you when you’re

Anyone can be a sperm donor but it takes a father to be a real father, right? The man who raised me for years is my father. The man who cooked me my favourite lunch of spaghetti and meatballs everyday for a week because I refused to eat anything else is my father. The man who held me close and wiped away my tears when I was bullied in school is my father. . . He always will be. "He's still my dad." I say out loud, repeating my thoughts. Jake nods, his thumb drawing circles on the back of my hand. "He sure is."

“I will come back to you.| If I have to do with one leg, I will make sure I do it. But I'll be back here and I would not leave you like father left,” Not today. Not today

he interrupted me. “I took it to heart actually and I'm ready to be whatever they want me to be, including bringing their father. I'll be their dad if they want, I can be anything they want." He said. Nice, this just keeps getting more complicated. But I think he means to say that he'll be a father figure in their life and not the literal one. “I even plan on-" I interrupted him as something came to my mind. “It’s a good thing you're here, I'd love to hear your opinion about something. I'm sorry for interrupting you, it was so spontaneous.” I rasped.

“Will you calm down? I meant Veneyfer. Since she was born weeks ago, you’ve never neglected her care or failed to love her even though she’s not truly yours. I mean you just got your memory back and the first thing you thought of was Veneyfer’s dinner,” He paused and took my palm in his hand. “Trust me my love, you’ll make a wonderful mother. And if it makes you feel better, I never had a good father figure to role model after so I don’t know what I’m doing either. I promise to figure it out with you if you promise to help me be a good father,” he said as he lifted his little finger in front of my face. I laughed softly with joy. This man. Always knowing exactly what to say to lift my spirit

“Do I have to pretend to be nice to you when I don't even like you as a person? you make me sick to the stomach and I want nothing to do with you, if you must know what I want is for you to just disappear and never come back here ever again, but then that will not be possible until I get the DNA results and shove it right up to your face, that way you will realize that you made a very big mistake by coming here and insinuating that I am the father of that bastard that you came with” “ He is human you know, and even if it turns out not to be your son, do you really have to call him a bastard as though he means nothing to you” “ You are insane, do you think this boy means something to me? Wh