Part Time Dad Novels & Stories

“Brittany, your birthday is coming up. What’s your plan?” Dad asked in the middle of our breakfast. He just came home last night from their 3 days business trip. Dad also won't go to work today to rest. That's better because it is dangerous when Dad is overworked. He needs to rest, he deserves that because of his hard work and determination in our business.

The old man said and smiles at me which I find now super creepy. Fuck! Even if he gives me all his assets I still don't want to be his boy for a month. I don't need his money. Until now, I still have the black card that Luciano gave me and I can use it and spend it whenever I want. I didn't use the black card though and instead of living like a rich kid, I did a part-time job as a waiter here in La Lena Cafe. I’m trying to live my life as simple as I can be. I want to experience a normal teenager’s life. I want to spend all the money that I really worked for. I don't know but I feel an insurmountable joy and happiness at the thought that I am using my hard-earned money and it's not coming fr

And some things leave no apologies when they go. Take Dad for example. He’s now a full-time home stayer. That’s not even a real term in the dictionary, but it fits him perfectly. He barely goes out anymore. He walks around the house like a retired ghost. He doesn’t shave most days. He talks to the television like it was his last friend. He used to be this unstoppable force—proud, always tapping his pen against the table while making plans. Now, he just stares. At nothing in particular but the TV.

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.

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

Ice-cold. I stared him down. "You're begging the wrong person. Go plead with your kid in hell. Quentin Palmer, I wish I'd never loved you." He wasn't always like this. Seven years ago, he was my safe place. Always full of surprises. Yeah, he was rich, but he still worked part-time with me like it meant something. Back when we hustled at those late-night pop-ups, he'd roll up his sleeves and square up to anyone causing drama—no hesitation.

Sarah Jo One of the part-timers at the lumberyard was supposed to take care of opening. Just once. Still, I called him twice to make sure he was up and going because he normally didn’t report before ten. It would have to be fine for one morning. I was taking Dad for his follow-up appointment with the specialist. I had my log of his medications, the list of physical therapy and rehab appointments he’d gone to—and the ones he’d skipped. I had questions for the doctor, but my dad only had one question. Could he go back to the lumberyard part-time?

he tracked the dude down himself, beat the shit out of him and covered his hospital bills and medication costs PLUS banned my mother for the longest time from going into the human part of the territory which she obviously never listened and did whatever she pleased, I mean it's not he can beat her in any way or form, you know Mystic and all that jazz. Dad doesn't have the kind of time he used to seeing as he started two different companies and mom started four and gave them to others to manage for her as she likes to have free time for us and for herself, her two favorites is her Art Gallery and her Tech company, she always has the Jewelry business and a clothing store, she's hoping to hand

Mom is mostly away with Dad. Dad is usually abroad. He owns a couple of authorized dealerships of the BMW series in some countries. He’s a busy rich man. My relation with my dad is straight and to the point. We don’t talk too much. It’s always been that way. The last time I had a talk with my dad was when he gave me keys to the house I’m living in. It’s been three years. We reached Papa Curt’s. It was an all time spot for teenagers to come and hang out. Families would come too to have Papa’s ice-cream milkshakes.

A server brought them two vibrant cocktails garnished with orchids and fresh fruit. Lily took a sip and sighed happily. “This is the life. No school, no exams, no annoying teachers. Just sun, swimming, and hopefully some cute guys wandering around.” Mia stirred her drink with the little paper umbrella, her mind still on Alexander. “What about your dad? Doesn’t he ever… date? I mean, it’s been years since your mom…” Lily shrugged, suddenly a little more serious. “He says he’s too busy with the company. But honestly? I think he’s lonely. He deserves someone nice, you know? Someone who actually gets him. Not those fake socialites who only want his money.”