Single Dad Novels & Stories

**Alexander Kingsley. The oldest friend of her father. The billionaire to be admired by everyone. The guy she had known since she was a little girl. Richard was hesitant to reply. "...Alex." Aurora was unable to hear the other person's voice. However she saw her father's face change. "...You already know?" Silence. Richard closed his eyes. "No." I have no choice but to do this. Another pause. Aurora frowned. Her dad looked her direction. His face went as white as a sheet of paper.

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

She seized our stepfather's hand and declared, "Mom, Dad, I want to be with you!" I, however, ran behind my grandfather and clutched his calloused hand. Across from me, Phoebe curled her lips into a mocking smile. I knew then—she must have been reborn, too. In our previous life, after Father died, we had faced this same choice. Phoebe had overheard at the funeral that Grandpa was a wealthy antique collector, so she chose him without hesitation. Before leaving, she even raised her chin proudly and sneered at me, "Soon I'll be enjoying life with Grandpa. As for you, just wait—you'll be stuck babysitting for our stepdad like some lowly servant."

Following by a message: “That’s probably the first time I'm going to be honest with y'all. "Has been five years I have been in this game and as I was getting bigger and famous I forgot what is truly important in life. Since a teenager, I always had someone that looked out for me. I was a father the first time at eighteen and later again at twenty-one. I have two beautiful babies that were my word and the reason I wake up every day. I'll not expose them because I want my girls to have a normal childhood but I needed to tell the world I have a family. The reason my girls are so well cared off and I was able to get where I am today is the father of them and the love of my life, Adam. The things

“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.

My Dad and his Dad were best friends when we were kids, or so I heard because I remember a little times when they got along and then suddenly one day my Dad disappeared. I mean he's still in my life, partially. But he's not a present Dad at all. Only reaches out to me once a year and that's on my birthday, and some Christmas. "So Mason, I heard you own one of the biggest strip clubs in town?", his mother asked excitedly. I smiled, "Yes, I do, one of my biggest projects so far", I said. "All that knowledge you had as a child and you chose to settle for a strip club.. not only that, one were men reduce themselves to nothing ", his father mumbled in between his meal.

"I mean it, Dad. I'm good. Now, go console your wife before she plots her next move against Aiden's mom. We don't want war." Dad throws his head back and laughs. "Of course we don't." "Are you still coming over to the house one of these weekends?" Dad asks. He's been extending invitations for me to visit, but I keep postponing them due to the fear of running into Mom. "I'm lonely at home, and I miss having you around. It's been ages since you've left home, Snugglebug." I roll my eyes at the nickname. Dad works as a DevOps engineer, working remotely from home. I often wonder how he and Mom met and got married, given their demanding jobs.

The blissful bubble we had created during the early days of summer shattered far too soon. Theo received a call from his father late one afternoon while we were secretly tangled together in the guest room. Uncle Kael needed him back in the city for a couple of urgent family business matters—something about contracts and a meeting that couldn’t be postponed. Theo tried to negotiate staying longer, but the tone in his father’s voice left no room for argument.

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

Mom said, the nickname a holdover from our time in high school together. Travis pointed a fork at my father. “If you ever mess this whole thing up, just remember that I’m waiting in the wings.” “You know, between Bratt joking about marrying Sylvia and you always vowing to marry my wife, I sometimes worry about you boys. Aren’t there any women your own age who are interested in you?” Dad said. I snorted a laugh as I tucked into my food, shaking my head. “No, Pops. But now that you mention it, Bratt has his eye on a certain someone.”