My Five Guardian Dads Novels & Stories

“What you saw earlier… it was nothing. Don’t mention it to anyone, alright?” She nodded quickly. “Of course.” Once she left, I sat at my desk for a long moment, staring at nothing. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning. I picked up the phone and dialed Dylan. “Hey,” I said when he answered. “Quick question — what exactly is your father’s position in the company?” Dylan sounded distracted. “He’s on the board. Why?” “I didn’t know he had an An OFFICE here,” I replied, trying to keep my tone casual.

Mia was quiet for a moment, rubbing gentle circles on my back. “Have you considered at least hearing him out?” she asked softly. “Not going back to him right away, but letting him explain? He’s been reaching out, right? Maybe he’s scared too. Single dads carry a lot of fear especially when it comes to their kids. And Emily… she’s probably picking up on the tension and feeling insecure. Kids that age worry they’ll lose their parent’s love if someone new comes in.”

He always gets like that when he thinks of his mate, with a smile that grows fondly. I have two other dads, Alessandro and Damon, and all of them rule Green Mountain with their Luna Queen–my mom, Trisha. Multiple mates are a thing in my family, at least for the women. I’m glad I’m a guy. “We all did things when we were young that we absolutely, positively wouldn’t want any of you kids to do,” he says finally. I raise a brow. “Oh? Got a few secrets to tell me, Dad?” “Not in this lifetime.”

"Honey, I know the loss of your loved ones has hit you hard, but you need to take good care of yourself, too. We still have Billy. If something happens to you, too, what will Billy and I do?" Every time he tricked me into drinking it, I would hear Dad's voice. But the so-called "predictions" from Dad? It was all just Felix—no, Malcolm—messing with my head, deliberately trying to make me believe that something supernatural had happened. Dad, Asher, Jasper, even Billy—they had all died at Malcolm's hands. He had murdered them all! I had already pieced all this together in my previous life. And I'd already called the cops after Billy died as well.

“And I won’t let her ever treat you like that. You shouldn’t have let her in, there is a reason why I tried to keep you away from her all this time.” Natasha nods and sighs. “I know dad, I know. Sorry, I thought she changed.” “She doesn’t know how to be something else. You are the only good thing she ever made.” She smiles and jumps to hug him tightly. “I love you dad.” “I love you too sweetheart,” he says and closes his eyes. The situation itself causing me to smile and feel warmth from the tender moment shared. "Lexie has been nothing but a loyal friend to me, and she doesn't deserve this either," Natasha adds fiercely, her gaze never leaving her father's face.

"You don't get to talk about him, Quentin. That baby was doomed from day one. Nobody wanted him. Why bring him here just to suffer?" I stepped forward, slow and silent, like something already gone. Blood slid down my legs, thick and warm, leaving smeared footprints behind—little bits of what used to be. I stopped inches from him. My voice? Empty. "Even his dad wouldn't claim him. So tell me—who was actually waiting for him?" Quentin's lips tightened, but his eyes gave him up. Full of fear. Shaky. Shattered. His mouth opened. Nothing came out. He had nothing.

Not like Isadora could look him in the eyes after everything they had done together… but… it was better than staying with two old people who shared gross kisses. Love between older people is beautiful. And one Isadora aspired to have… but somewhere amidst this very beautiful love that her mother shared with this man, she couldn’t help but feel bad that her father wasn’t a part of it. “Good morning, Dad. Everyone.” Everyone? It was Zavian’s way of avoiding Mrs. Margaret. He wasn’t against his father’s love. He just didn’t like her in particular. “Good day, son.” Mr. Dolgedo and Mrs. Margaret said, and Zavian just went ahead to take a seat beside Isadora.

Mama asks ma taking her hands into hers. "That piece of shit is the leader" ma says in a angry tone. Everything went silent until Nick,Kiah and Mika walks in with the same expression as ma. "Who?"Mama asks eying them all. "Josh Black" they replied together looking dazed. I can't believe this my father is a gang leader. No wonder he has so much money. I can't wrap my head around the fact that he actually runs a gang. It takes me a minute to react,but I finally speak up.

Mason cursed under his breath, muttering something I didn’t catch. I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t because all I could hear was that one sentence echoing in my head… He was also in love with your mother. My stomach twisted. “Also?” I repeated slowly. “You’re telling me… my mother had two men… dangerous men, obsessed with her?” My grandmother didn’t flinch. “Not two… three.” “Your father,” she continued slowly, like she was measuring her words, like he could hear her. “was the worst of them all.”

We'll be back soon. I stared at it, wiped my tears, and typed back: [I'll be waiting.] Outside, the sky had already gone dark. But I knew when morning came, they'd be back. Because they were my dads. One hundred and eight heroes. One hundred and eight silent guardians of the country. And I was the daughter they were most proud of.