Perfect Dad Novels & Stories

Ever since daddy been back home my mom has been thee most happiest woman on earth only because daddy cannot go back to the military again, he decided to retire not that he had a choice he just had to since his injury he can't do much like he used to but I'm thankful that his still strong. I finally agreed to marry Hakeem

“Hold on son, we need to talk “ will said placing his cup of tea down as he looked up at his ok “ dad , I know why you are really going to talk about , but now is not the best time to do that please !” Hardy said standing at the strait case , looking at his dad , vehemently, “ no time is the best time don I really think we should talk about this , now !” Hardy sighed !!, his father wasn’t the type to give up , neither will he give up easily

He said and he looked at me seriously "Oh dad , don't give me that emotional look" "I'm just proud of you.. you even find the right girl" He said and I smiled "Thanks dad" "Give me a grandchild quickly, will you?" He said and I laughed "Will remember that" I said and at the same time my mom entered. She's already crying.. My dad immediately hug her "My son is going to get married today" Mom and her soft personality "Oh don't cry love , he's not going anywhere" My dad said patting my mom's back. He released the hug and gave her a kiss on her cheek

"Is Damien becoming a problem?" "No." I'm quick to say. "Damien is perfect. I wouldn't ask for a better husband." "He's way better than that stupid boy you were dating in high-school." Dad sounds pissed. "He destroyed your life. But good thing you have Damien now. He's the perfect husband for you. Mature and charismatic and understanding and respectful and loving and protective. I sleep better at night knowing that Damien Hunt is my daughter's husband." My dad sounds more proud of my husband than he is of me. It's like my greatest achievement was picking a perfect husband.

Tony announces, smiling. Father walks out looking like a man in his early forties. His fashion sense is getting even better, despite ageing. “People say there's no such thing as a perfect life. Well, I disagree. I have a beautiful, industrious wife, a charming, excelling son, the cutest granddaughter, and now a wonderful daughter and great friends and family. What more could I ask for? I'm not your biological father yet, but you make me proud as though I were. Watching you grow and seeing you tremendously excel in school and life gives me a great sense of satisfaction, Patricia. Ever since you came into my son's life, you've brought nothing short of happiness and joy. I pray that these virtu

dad said, standing up from his seat. “Okay” papa Pat said, standing up from his seat. Papa, Pat is a 70 years old man, and he looks 50, he is very strong. If not because of his white beards and hair, you won’t even know he is up to 70. We all went to the dining room, but a hand grabbed me back harshly.

“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?”

“By the way, you’re in a good mood today—are you going on a date?” “Date? Who, me?” My dad laughed out loud. That’s right, that man wasn’t capable of keeping a woman happy. All I could remember from the time my mom left was that he tried to fill her empty spot many times. Although he never got remarried, there were countless potential candidates—who had all lived here for a while. They were too much to count on my hands. All of them had backed out because they couldn’t take it anymore. My dad was a control freak and obsessed with his work. He had always been proud of his job as a DEA agent and had not been afraid to show it.

he bellowed from across the clearing. We shuffled over to them slowly, preparing ourselves for the tongue lashing we were about to get. My dad was a very strict man. That’s how Grandpa raised him. And that’s how he’s kept the pack safe for so many years. He was a tall man with big broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His hair was a dark sandy blonde, like mine and my sister’s. I don’t remember the last time I saw my dad without a big bushy beard. Smith’s worried voice filled my head as we neared them,

“You only care about yourself. I begged you to quit your job. I have money! Heck I can buy the whole state if I wanted to!” “Your father has the money Jayden,” I corrected in a cool, detached tone and his face turned red with anger. Let’s just say he didn’t like being compared to his father. “Screw you Katie,” he said helping Carol with her dress and an obvious realization that I had been too dumb to notice hit me like a fiegn truck. “How… how long has this been going on?”