My Five Guardian Dads Novels & Stories

How do I explain this to a five year old? "We used to have more. But they died. So now it's just Dad." "How did they die?" "One died protecting us. One died because he made bad choices." "Which one was my real dad?" The question I've been dreading. "Damon is your real dad. But Kieran would have loved you too. Been a dad to you if he'd lived." "What about the bad one?" "He doesn't matter. Don't think about him." "But what if I'm like him? What if I make bad choices too?"

I lifted her in a tight hug, realizing how much I had missed her. "Is he taller than us? This isn't right!" Papa grumbled, arms folded as he stood next to Dad and Father. Yeah, I know it's confusing. I was the only kid I knew with three dads and two moms. "He's our future King. He should be taller and stronger," Father said proudly. "He's damn handsome, too. We make perfect Alphas," Dad smirked, all three of them eyeing my moms up and down. "Ew! I just got home!" I groaned, knowing exactly what they were thinking.

“So… another day in the life of human-tower guardians?” Damian let out a soft laugh, exhaustion mingled with relief. “Exactly. Another day. Another challenge. But we survived. Together.” Eli’s hand found his. “Together. Always.” The city continued to hum peacefully below, unaware of the invisible guardians above, yet safe because of them. Damian’s pulse glowed faintly, harmonized with both the tower and the world around him. He had faced the first real test above ground—and succeeded. And with Eli at his side, he knew that whatever the city threw at them next, they would face it as one—human and machine, balanced, grounded, and unstoppable.

"I'm agreeing with your dad about triple up the guards and put Galahan and Constantin to you. You won't drive your car anymore and you will have a driver starting from now.. you will-" "Mom! I need privacy!" "Last time we gave you privacy.. you met a mafia all by yourself!" She bursted angrily and my dad calmed my mom down. Someone knocked on the door and I turned to see.. oh my gosh. I can't believe my dad is crazily insane. "Dad!" "You left me no choice, Crystal." My dad said. The 7 Gold Lifes entered the room along with all their kids. My brothers looked at me smirking and Brandon mouthed me that I'm damn in trouble.

My father closed the file and put it back to the cabinet where it had been placed before. " My job as a guardian is to ensure that evil people like Miranda never get to hurt anyone ever again. When we are done rescuing the victims, we give them counselling and take them back to their families. I’m no magic man, I only use advanced technology and combat to stop crime “My father explained. My father was not as evil as I had thought, he was a hero. I lengthened my stay, I too wanted to become a guardian, perhaps it was my purpose.

I never meant for anyone to get hurt. "But sir... You surely can't do this to him. He's your brother's son." Barton, my father's beta pleaded in my defense. He was my father's right hand man when he was alive. My father trusted him with his life, and I do the same with my life as well. After my father died, he became Damian's Beta. Although, I don't think he liked that very much. He and Damian were not really friends from the beginning. "Shut up! Or do you want to join him?" Damian rebuked him and he lowered his head.

It was their past, but I wonder if meeting their mate could change them. "I'm asking you to keep your distance from them," my father continued. "In all that you do, try to avoid getting involved with either of them. They're my best friends and they're not so young. They're not good for you. You're already going through hell with Rowan. Don't make the same mistake twice by falling for men who won't value you." My throat tightened. "Dad, you might actually not be so right about them." "How do you know? You barely know them." He leaned forward, his eyes pleading. "Promise me you'll be careful. Promise me you won't let them use you the way Rowan has. They're off-limits."

"And you won't be alone. Your guards will be with you the entire time." I frowned. "What guards?" Dad gestured at the four idiots. "Them." "I'm sorry, them?" "The ceremony requires you to have personal guards," Dad explained. "Traditionally it would be royal family members, but since we don't have many of those left..." He trailed off, looking sad for a second. "We can choose who we trust." "And you trust them?" I looked at each of the guys. "I trust that they'd die before letting anything happen to you," Dad said simply. "That's enough for me."

“The buying of shares is under process, I don’t have much to worry about.” “And your reputation?” Ryker added. “You seem to be forgetting that you are a mafia don,” Alex said calmly, finally sounding worried. Damian exhaled a long sigh, thinking back to the moments that Killian had stood for them when their parents died. He was their home till they could afford a home. “Not even my name is known, guys. No one would find me.” The room went into total silence. Like they were all in a moment of hibernation. “And Kira?” Ryker finally asked, his jaw tightening. “I could smell her scent on you,” he added, sparing Alex a glance.

Zavian brushes his lips against my forehead. “I love you,” I whisper into the small space between us. “We love you,” Caspian answers. Zavian’s voice is soft and certain. “Always.” I close my eyes and let the weight of their bodies and the warmth of their hands ground me completely. The twins shift again beneath my skin. One of the men, I cannot tell which, spreads his fingers more protectively over the place where the movement was strongest. This is our family. Built in love. Kept in safety.