Single Father Novels & Stories

He just looked at him with the most disappointing face he had. “Dad, can you hurry this up? I'm tired. I had a long day.” “What was that little stunt you pulled today?" His father asked. “What are you talking about?” Wayne thought he knew what his dad was talking about. “I’m talking about the interview you just had. Why did you say you didn't have a wife?” Wayne looked surprised that his father had already heard about the interview. But then he remembered that his father had connections everywhere. “I meant what I said. I don't have a wife. I'm a single man, father.”

It’s making me feel unqualified with my MBA right now. I was eager to get this job because the money would help my mama and I. Being a single mother is never easy, but she pulled it off. She brought me up in the best way possible. I never really got to know who my father is or where he is from because every time I ask mama about my father, she tells me that he was a one-night stand. And while I believed there was more to the story, I knew better than pushing her to tell me. I am not forcing the issue, and I know she is silently grateful for that.

Overall, he was still a very family-oriented person. There were some times when it would be very hard to maintain a balance between both career and family. Most fathers would have to work outside most of the time, and this was actually not easy. Moreover, her father was now single and old, and he not only lacked the warmth of having a partner in his life, but he was also missing out on being cared for by his partner. People often said that it would be better to have a companion when growing old, and there would indeed be a great shortcoming in the days when a person was old and did not have a companion.

Fragile. In their eyes—especially Dad’s—I need to be handled with care. Cracked porcelain is easier to break, after all. I paused outside the door of the Commander’s office. On the other side was the only parent I had left—a man descended from a hero of ages past, a figure of wealth and authority and privilege, where the mere mention of his name could break or build fortunes. But he was also a husband who had lost his wife too soon, a father who had to raise four children by himself and wonder each day whether he was doing it right or not.

After a moment, the Great Father himself strode through. The Great Father was a large man, tall and wide and built like a linebacker. He was older than Billie's daddy, probably in his fifties, and he held himself like the son of God that he was. Unlike the other men of the compound, the Great Father wore all black, it set him apart and reminded everyone that he was their connection to the almighty, he was the reason they all lived together in harmony, why they'd devoted themselves to Father's Pride. He stood before them with his hands on his hips. "Girls, you have no idea how proud I am to finally have you all before me."

The days without him had been cold and empty. I never planned to fall in love with an older man especially not my ex-boyfriend’s father. But Damien had shown me what true love really looks like. He came looking for me. He held me gently even when I tried to run. He told me he loved me with such soft, honest eyes. No one had ever made me feel this wanted before.

“When I looked at you with Carisa, I remember myself and your mother. That’s how I know your feelings with each other are true.” Greg didn’t need his affirmation, but he wasn’t against hearing that people could see how much they loved each other. Silence fell between them; both left with nothing else to say. They were never really close, with Matias always busy at work and Greg always busy trying not to be a bother. But he was his only father and he was his only son. “I don’t know what to do now,” Greg admitted after a while. He took a sip from his whiskey for courage. “I don’t know how to be a father.”

My main problem right now is that Maeve is about to ruin my plans! Yes, you heard me right! I’ve always wanted to become the next CEO of my father’s company, but I started doubting the possibility when he once told me I was too wayward to handle a company. He gave me his terms: unless I changed my ways—stopped being a playboy, stopped smoking and drinking, and became responsible—then I could take over his company. But how does he expect me not to live my own life my own way and adhere to his standards just to become the next CEO? I am not a child he can order around and dictate how to live!

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

“I’m a father of three boys, I know what it’s like. Boys tend to express their feelings a little differently than the girls. I have three of those as well. Boys tend to react without thinking.” I felt a little better. The guy seemed genuinely nice. “Does it ever get better?” I asked. He chuckled. “It does. I understand you’re a single father?” “I am. My wife passed away a year ago.” He nodded. “I’m sorry to hear that. I assume Olin is having a difficult time.”