My Five Guardian Dads Novels & Stories

​"Then you wasted your money. I don't need a babysitter in a fucking suit!" ​"He doesn't wear a suit," my father remarked, a smirk touching his lips. "And he has spent the last five years in places far more dangerous than you could ever think, little girl. He was in the Special Forces. He doesn't take orders from you; he takes them from me. And my order is to keep you breathing, whether you like it or not.” “Special Forces? Wow.” ​I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt and scoffed loudly. “So he’s a bonehead with a military buzzcut who probably jerks off to his own medals at night. Really fucking great, Dad.”

And no matter how much I thought about it, I still didn't know how I was going to find my other mates. How does one girl handle having five mates? It was already a chore navigating my existence with Sylvain and Orion in it. I don't think my fragile heart could take three more men into the equation. "Dad, can we talk about something else?" I mumbled when my father wouldn't stop staring at me like a trophy. "For example, why are you standing out here? Aren't you going to get a job?" My father simply waved his hands dismissively. "I told you I work from home. All I need is my laptop and some snacks and the viola." He spoke with a grin.

A reminder. Lucian had fucked me like he was trying to rewrite my DNA, and my body hadn’t forgotten a single thrust. I could still feel the ghost of his cum leaking out of me this morning when I showered. And the whole time I was rinsing his marks off my skin, my brain kept circling back to one sentence. “Not even my father can take you from me.” But me? I heard it different. I heard challenge. Because the second those words left his mouth, my mind flashed to his dad—Mr. fucking Blackthorne.

Law answered flatly. Mr. Bluesmith sighed. “That’s all we had, I’m afraid. The child was well hidden. His mother fell in love with her bodyguard. When the family disapproved, she ran. Mrs. Sierra deeply regrets how it ended. Now that both parents are gone, she wants her grandson home more than anything.” I narrowed my eyes. “When did the parents die?” “A fire in Houston. Gas leak at a charity event they were attending. There was… nothing left to bury.”

Lyra "Five days after several establishments of Adrian Mancini, the CEO of the Mancini Group, exploded, police authorities have concluded on the case and confirmed the source to be a series of classified military bombs, which are obviously not open to the public. This brings about the question of..." Dad turned off the TV when he walked into my hospital room again, carrying some drugs, and he came to my side. "You shouldn't be watching that." "Why?" "Because... you need to rest, and that is not going to help."

“Hey, human. I like you. If it is you, I will accept it. It’s a little late for introductions, and I don’t know what my stupid child told you about me. I’m the guardian of all shifters, Ambrose the Fenrir. This is not my real body. It is merely a projection of myself using mana. This child here is the medium, so I won’t be here for long.” Ambrose Fenrir? Emily tried to recall where she had heard the name before. There was only one known guardian of shifters, according to Richard and Emily’s eyes widened. The whimsical grandfather who often took care of the boys and the reason for Richard’s childhood trauma was this teenager before her! “It’s you?” Looking extra smug for surprising the future

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

“I’m serious! Imagine it… a guy who would burn the world for you? Who would kill for you?” My stomach tightens slightly, not in excitement, but in memory. My gaze drops for a second. And suddenly…I see it. Not imagination, but reality. My mom and my three dads. The way they love….. possessive, dominant, dangerous and obsessive. My mom told my sisters and I some stories of what my dads did because they're in love with her. The Mafia romance exists in my family. It's real and not fiction, nor fantasy. Slowly, I shake my head.

“I was going to explain things before he rudely interrupted. I told you that our families were different, Jae. My family are called Guardians. We are drawn to ‘charges’ whom we are tasked to protect. You are my charge. My parents were drawn to you the day we met as someone they were tasked with protecting. It became my duty to protect you after I was initiated this summer. That was why I was so insistent on you sharing those feelings you were getting. That was how I knew they were a warning system for you. Your kind are hardwired with it.” That would explain why Douchewad said that there were four irritating people. My parents and Thad’s kept him at bay. That would also explain why I started

“What genre?” “I’m not sure…” That’s a lie. I cringe on the inside. I know exactly what kind of genre the book belongs to. Which is why I don’t want to share it with Adam. Adam is my guardian and kind of like a dad to me. He and my dad were best friends ever since they worked on a joint chemistry project as kids. In their thirties, the two nerdy peas in a pod became business partners by starting a pharmaceutical company together. However, a few years after my mom lost her battle with liver disease, my dad suffered a stroke and passed away. Adam stepped up to care for me and has been doing an awesome job of it.