Iron Dad Novels & Stories

Rod said, biting my shoulder to stop himself from laughing. "Blake, dude again." He looked at me. "I'm sorry, Mama, but—do I really have a father? And this dude is my father?" How many times has he said "dude" now? I sighed. How do I convince this son of mine that Rod is his dad? I held his hand. "Don't you want him to be your dad? Well, as far as I know, this dude has two cruise ships," Blake eyes widened. I know you, boy. Haha.

“You have GOT to be out of your goddamn mind,” Eden rumbled at her father, tears filling up her eyes. She felt like her whole world was crumbling down. “Keep talking like that and see what happens to your credit cards,” replied her father, Alfred Brown, a tall, sturdy man with no trace of emotion on his face. “You will do as I say, or so help me God, I will do everything in my power to make sure you end up on the streets.”

dad said grimly. I was confused. "What asshole?" I asked. "Mark Phillips. My sorry excuse of a father," dad said. his eyes were glowing with anger. Wow, he really is a piece of shit.

"You got there just in time, father!" Nate whined when he followed his father into the study, "The stupid kid was really going to whip me if it weren't for you!" "Shut it!" Iron glared at his son, "It's Alpha Raven to you!" "Father!" Nate protested in shock. "It's Alpha Raven to you," Iron dropped his words one by one in a slow but threatening tone, "until we take control of the Alpha and the title. Do you get it?"

I just can’t. “My mother was…a Luna?” “And your father is our Alpha,” he says. “He’s the Alpha of Iron. We’re getting stronger with each day and now that he’ll have you, he’ll finally be able to destroy MoonWater just as he should have done all those years ago.” My father is an Alpha?

"Just give me a name, Robert." "Evander Sinclair," Robert stated clearly. The name echoed in the quiet room. I recognized it immediately. Evander Sinclair was a myth in the business world—a brutal, reclusive billionaire who had turned his family's shipping and tech empire into a global superpower before he even turned thirty. My father had spoken of him with immense respect, almost fear.

Hot tears slipped free. Mom smoothed my hair. "It's okay, baby. You can cry—holding it in only makes it worse." "I don't want to," I lied, and a sob escaped anyway. Dad held me tighter and let me cry without questions, his silence a kind of shelter. Still, a thought flickered through me — if Ryatt ever crossed him, even in a nightmare, he'd be dead meat. *** It was weird that I still liked watching Cinderella. Even weirder that Dad still enjoyed it with me.

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

It was a man. A man. Sitting there like he owned the damn oxygen in the room, like he had been waiting for me to show up and lose my mind. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Just sat back further into the chair, stretched his legs out like a lazy lion, and smiled like the kind of trouble mothers warn daughters about. “Oh, mind my manners,” he said, with a slow, smug drawl that made every hair on my body stand on end. “I’m Lucian Blackthorne. But you can just call me Alpha. Or Daddy. I’m not picky.”

She also said Eugene had seen Ian as his biological father since he was a child, and she couldn't let anyone destroy everything they had built. Ian, however, had already tuned her out. He immediately hung up on her. The room fell into a dead silence. After a long while, he looked at me and said hoarsely, "I'll deal with her." I looked up at him calmly. "It doesn't matter who you deal with. It won't bring Mom back." Ian looked as if those words had nailed him to the spot. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't make another sound. … In no time, things spiraled out of control. Ian began to look into the money he thought he had given Mom and me over the years. The results showed that not a si