Romance Books With Single Dad Novels & Stories

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

Kahit papaano ay nagising ang kanyang imahinasyon sa hitsura ng babaeng ito. Ngunit ang pagsasama ng isang romantikong relasyon sa kanyang kuwento? Hindi, hindi niya magagawa iyon. Umiling siya. "Hindi ako sigurado na ito ay isang magandang ideya, Peter. Ang Romance at ako ay dalawang magkaibang mundo. Hindi ko ito gagawing kapani-paniwala sa aking mga mambabasa. Gayundin, hindi nakuha ni Detective Zane ang kanyang palayaw na 'Ginintuang puso' nang walang bayad."

She was for me, and I was for her. "Mommy? Daddy? Why aren't you reading for me?" Our lovely daughter interrupted, looking back and forth her parents with her round adorable eyes. God, she always made my heart melt. "Alright, sweetheart... Once there was a carpenter..." I then started reading. Well, this was how my life should be. Perfect. -The End- *~*~*~* Adam Sebastian’s story is finally here!!! Check out “Playing With The Billionaire” Here on Goodnovel.

Now, my father worked exclusively with Ryan's company, bypassing Roy's subsidiary entirely. As we sat down, my father let out a weary sigh and, with a trace of guilt in his voice, began apologizing for the past. He admitted that five years ago, he had been selfish. But back then, Roy had told him that he genuinely liked me, which led my father to devise that plan. I shook my head with a soft smile. Perhaps, once upon a time, Roy had meant it. With his pride, no amount of coercion would have led him to marry me unless there had been something real. I never doubted the sincerity of his feelings—at least, not then.

We made a list of nursery books to read aloud, argued (gently) about whether twins should have matching names, and then — because the world had agreed to be kinder for a day — we gave in to the kind of heat that only the best private victories bring. When he kissed me he did it like a man trying to translate responsibility into worship. Our lovemaking that night was patient and greedy both: hands that had been writing contracts now asked only how a skin remembered, lips that had given statements to the press now whispered private scripts into my ear. He was attentive in the way that makes you trust the person with both your rage and your laughter — checking that the position was comfortable,

“With my dad right out there and my mom on her way, we can’t get caught. Not yet. This stepsibling thing is already crazy enough without adding more explosions.” Luke’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him so I could feel his cock starting to thicken again in his jeans. “I know, baby. But fuck, keeping my hands off you is gonna be torture. After filling that tight cunt earlier, all I can think about is bending you over again later and pumping another load in while your dad snores on the couch.” His voice stayed low and rough, breath hot on my neck as he kissed me quick and dirty, tongue flicking against mine before he pulled back.

She places a chaste kiss on his lips and my stomach turns. Yes they're married. Yes, my father is long gone. But that is still disgusting and it shouldn't happen even behind closed doors! I lean in for her to kiss my cheek. “Goodnight.” I reply. “Fuck me?” He asks after mother had disappeared. “Fuck off.” I repeat sternly. He laughs. “I didn't know you had such intense feelings about outdoor activities.” “You want to kill me.” My voice came out as a whine. He placed the wine glass down,gently,eyes never leaving my face.

And because somewhere between the rage and the reckoning, I’d fallen in love with a man made of scars and contradictions who ran an underworld and made me breakfast and knelt at my feet when he’d wronged me. He told me everything. All of it—the operations, the risks, the people who depended on him and the people who wanted him dead. He laid his empire open like a body on a table and let me see every ugly organ and every necessary vein and asked me not to look away. I didn’t. My father called once, two weeks after the three months ended. Sober this time—genuinely sober, the first time in years. He said he was in a program. He said he was sorry. He said he didn’t deserve my forgiveness but he

While Rose sat on the bed, listening to the sounds from the other room, she muttered under her breath, “His dad’s a real badass. He fucks better than Kelly—the older the better.” Kelly stood under the shower, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion swirling inside him. He turned off the water, took a moment to collect himself, then stepped out and stared at his reflection in the mirror. Running his hand through his damp hair, he whispered to himself, “Kelly, you have to get over her. She’s no longer yours. She’s now your dad’s girlfriend. Get that into your head. Just get it into your head.” He repeated the words softly, trying to convince himself that he shouldn’t be angry about Lucy and

For a moment, we both let that thought settle, the weight of our roles and responsibilities creeping back in. “Let’s start fresh,” I suggested, giving him a small, hopeful smile. “Professionally, this time. No history, no awkwardness. Just… colleagues. I’m tilda winters.” A spark of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he straightened, as if accepting a challenge. “Alright. Colleagues.” He held out a hand, as if meeting me for the first time. “I’m Richard Lancelot, Ivy’s father.” I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing. “Richard… Lancelot?”