Single Dad Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Benjamin was in his office, working on the laptop when he got a call from his father. He was a bit surprised and wondered what purpose he was calling him since he rarely initiated a call. “Hello, Dad.” “What is this, Benjamin?” Harold snapped from the other line. Benjamin’s eyebrows drew together and he was confused why his Dad was furious. “How can you not tell us about her?” “I don’t understand what you are saying, Dad.” “What is going on between that secretary of yours and you? Are you having an affair with her?”

Most parents wanted to talk about their kids but Lily’s dad seemed not to want to talk to her at all. Just when she was losing hope of seeing him, the sound of a motorcycle shook the building. She watched the man getting off the huge black Harley looked like something from a bad dream. He was tall and wide, he walked with a lot of confidence, his dark hair was pulled back, and even from far away, she could see the tattoos on his arms like sleeves. "Are you the teacher?" His voice was rough as he approached which made her want to step back. "Ms. Vance," she said. She put her hand out with a fake smile. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Miller. Please, have a seat."

I assumed it was Alex, coming back for something he’d forgotten, maybe to rub salt in the wound. “Forget something?” I mumbled, my voice thick with unshed tears. “No. I just got home.” My head snapped up. It wasn’t Alex. It was his dad. My stepdad. Richard. He was a man who commanded any room he walked into, even when he was just standing there in a suit and tie. He was older than my dad, probably in his late forties, with dark hair shot through with silver at the temples and eyes the color of a stormy sea. He was built like a retired athlete, all broad shoulders and a powerful chest that strained against the fabric of his dress shirt. He was intimidating, imposing, and I’d had a secret, sha

Eli shakes his head violently. “No. I’m not a piece on your chessboard. I’m not something you hide away when things get dangerous.” Damian storms a hand through his hair, frustration radiating off him like heat. “Eli, you don’t understand—my father doesn’t negotiate. He hunts. He destroys. He breaks people to see what shape they take when he’s done.” “So let me stand with you,” Eli says fiercely. Damian grabs Eli by the waist, pulling him close again.

"And while your mother is away, you will call me sir, or you will call me daddy. Choose one." Roe caught her breath, a wicked, defiant smile spreading across her lips even as tears of heat pricked the corners of her eyes. She twisted her neck, looking up at his sharp, chiseled jawline and those cold, dark eyes that were currently boring holes into her. "Why should I?" she challenged, her voice dripping with deliberate provocation. "You're not my real dad. You just like having me under your hand like this. Admit it. You've been looking for an excuse to touch me all week."

I question, because the way he made it sound is that he always spends time with his wife and kid and all family man, but now they saying that he is a workaholic. "Yeah, no he never really spent time with them, he was always trying to find ways to find you and your father, always obsessing over making you the Don and taking down your father, but now that you're here it's like he has calmed down a lot" Grandma sadly states as she plays with my hair. "Wow didn't think Mr. I am a family, man lied about always love spending all the time with them, but oh well, can't blame a workaholic when it comes to working" I say dismissing the topic.

Her mom sighed and pulled her daughter close. “No, Amy. Even I used to think so. Your dad wasn’t my first love. He loved me while I loved another. Jonathan forcefully married me and later I realized the man I loved was a playboy. He was involved with many women simultaneously. Your dad’s caring nature made me fall in love with him. Our marriage didn’t end in a disaster and neither will yours.” “Yours was different, Mom. Dad loved you, but Ryder doesn’t love me. He is obsessed with someone else. He’s marrying me only to forget her.”

Needless to say, I was shitting my pants in anticipation of her opening all said gifts. My father walked into my room, the door was wide open since I sat in bed reading a novel Alina literally begged me to go through. It was some romance thing and it made me finally understand why ladies had such high expectations from us men. The men portrayed in novels were nothing like the men in reality. "Zion, you better behave yourself today," my father's tone was warning but there was an unmistakable twinkle in his eyes.

“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.

"Why did you choose an old man like my father? He’s a cold man, Elara. He sees women as assets or trophies. You have such potential... you should be beside a man who appreciates your fire, not one who just adds you to a collection." "Your father appreciates me more than you ever have anyone, Adrian," I snapped. "Is that so?" Adrian reached across the table and caught my hand. I wanted to recoil, but I forced myself to remain still, refusing to show weakness. "My father is possessive, but he never truly gives his heart. You’re just a tool for him to destroy me. Why don't we work together? I can give you what he can’t." In that exact moment, a massive dark shadow loomed over our table. A famil