Single Dad Novels & Stories

A woman Elena barely remembered. “I don’t know. When Mom died,” Elena said slowly, “Dad changed. He didn’t go wild or disappear. He just got quieter. Like some part of him shut off.” Avonlea didn’t interrupt. “He raised me all on his own. And he did everything right. He never brought another woman home. Never dated. There were no rumors. Not even gossip at his office.” “I know, he’s kind of like a unicorn, right? Single dad, no scandals, no random women in and out of the house. He’s ridiculously handsome and successful. And he’s been single for over a decade. Is he even real?”

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

I took it down and placed it in his hand. "Come on, Dad. Let's go home." In the car, Owen held the chest on his lap, his knuckles white. Dad stared out the window for a while before he spoke. "Sadie, did I embarrass you today?" My throat closed up. He smiled a little. "My suit's a bit old, and my shoes are from last year. I should've rented something nicer if I'd known." He was completely serious. Owen's eyes went red. "Dad, they were the ones treating us like garbage!"

"She is my whole world and my princess. I would definitely do anything for her." Nadia smiled too. "I knew you would make a good father. You had that trait in you since you were young. Maybe it is because you see how a deadbeat father can affect a child." He ground his jaw and looked away. His own father had been irresponsible and absent, gambling and owing money to dangerous people, some of whom included the Salvatore mafia family. "I did not mean to anger you," Nadia apologized. He snorted and took a sip of his drink.

"Yeah... of course." "But there are guests at the house today," he added quickly. "My friend just became a dad. He didn't have a venue for the baby's one-month celebration, so they're using our place." He looked at me carefully. "You don't mind, do you?" I used to think he was something otherworldly. Whenever I was bullied, he always appeared like a hero in a storybook. Whenever I was sick, he stayed calm, steady. One winter, the two of us had gone out to buy fireworks. We passed by a couple arguing. The girl was in tears—turned out the guy had lied to her and snuck off to meet another woman.

He thought about it, then said seriously, "Because you're my mom. And also, when you're working, your eyes light up. Daddy says that's called having dreams." I froze for a moment, then pulled him into a tight hug. Caden smiled and wrapped his arms around both of us. "That's right. Your mom is the best mom in the world." Outside, the night was calm. Inside, warm light filled the room. I looked at the two most important people in my life and felt happier than I'd ever been. The seven-year itch wasn't a hurdle to overcome. It was a mirror. It reflected the wear and tear marriage accumulates over the years and revealed the real person hiding beneath all the daily routines and responsibilities.

I was shaking, sobbing with pleasure, “Goddamn, listen to you—screaming for Daddy’s cum like the campus slut you are. My son’s texting you right now and you’re creaming all over his father’s cock—fuck, I’m right there—gonna breed this tight pussy—gonna knock you up on my desk—take it, baby—TAKE DADDY’S LOAD!” He slammed in to me last time and exploded. “Fuuuuck—I’m cumming—Daddy’s cumming so hard inside you—feel that, princess?

Then he spoke again. “You’re my only son,” he said slowly. I nodded. “I know.” “And I’ve watched you build your life… your business… everything,” he continued. I stayed quiet. “But there’s one thing I haven’t seen,” he added. I frowned slightly. “What’s that?” He looked at me more seriously now. “I want to see you with someone,” he said. “A wife.” I froze. “Dad…” “It’s my last wish,” he said, his voice softer now. “I want to see the woman you love. I want to know you won’t be alone.”

I heard max say, I took a deep breath, Everything happening was just going to get max hurt, I couldn't stay here but then my son needed his father, my head was hurting from all the thinking already "We will go to Dads soon honey, let me just call your aunt Risa" I said as I got my phone and failed Risa's number.

“Javan is my father, and he always will be, whereas you will end up being one of many, many people he temporarily dated in his life.” Addison gives a short, sneer of a laugh. “Then I guess it was just a coincidence that you posted the only two selfies in existence, showing you and me right around the time when every website and paper was reporting about me, wasn’t it?” “I didn’t do that for attention, Addison. I was trying to support you, whether you want to believe it or not. But you know what? I don’t care anymore what you or dad think of me. I know the truth, and this is the only thing that counts.”