Single Father Novels & Stories

I broke down in their arms, the weight of everything crashing down on me all at once. They said nothing at first, just held me, their hands gentle as they rubbed my back. My mother whispered in a soft voice, “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.” I could barely speak through my sobs, but when I could, I said, “I’m divorced. Quinn... he’s back with his ex now. He doesn’t want me anymore.” My father’s face darkened. “That bastard.” My mother’s lips pressed together in a thin line. “We’ll take care of it, Vanessa. Don’t worry. We’ll make him pay for this.”

"Not me. You became obsessed with a mortal. And the only time you came home was for her and her alone. You abandoned your station. You abandoned me." "You have over 600 children." I forced my voice to stay level. "You don't miss me. And you certainly don't love me." The teenager vanished. An old man took his place. He had hunched shoulders and weathered skin. White hair thin enough to show pink scalp beneath. But his eyes. His eyes were still sharp. Still calculating. Still unmistakably my father. "You are my 666th child." He spoke slowly now. Each word deliberate. "My last. You are special. You are everything I ever wanted."

Adeline shook her head softly, sniffling. "Marky will block us at every turn. He's too powerful. He's willing to pay off the law, the police, everyone, just to take the kids away from me. I don't want to lose my rights to my sons. I don't want to be separated from my two kids, Dad." Her father stared at her with deep pity and concern in his eyes. "But you're the one suffering, Adeline..." her father sighed. "I can see it in your eyes. You don't love your husband, do you? Why are you enduring this kind of life by his side?"

“Nothing. I just... I need to know if you even want kids. If you see that in your future.” He’d run his hand through his hair, frustrated. “Honestly? I don’t know. My father was never there. Always working, always dealing with business, leaving my mother to raise me alone. I saw what that did to her. What it did to me.” “That doesn’t mean—”

… The next day, I stayed home. I sat in the living room, all focused on sewing clothes for my son. Logan was a regimental commander, often admonishing Artie and me to be frugal and not to live beyond our means. Although Artie was too young to understand, he knew his father was a great hero who protected our country, so he had never made any demands of Logan or me.

"I need to know what scares her. What things start her panic attacks. And I need you to tell me if things get worse at home." "You really think you can help her?" The way he asked was so sad. He wasn't the scary biker anymore. He was just a dad who had no other ideas. "I think we can help her," Amelia said carefully. "Together." Something changed in his face. "There ain't no 'we' here, teacher." "Amelia," she said. She said her name without thinking. "And yes, there is. Like it or not, we're in this together now."

Dareen wiped his tears before his sons could see. "At least, let me treat your wounds. You guys are badly injured." Dareen touched Icarus's face and Icarus hissed in pain when the heat surface of the skin touched his inflamed skin. Dareen's eyes softened seeing his sons. "You know you don't have to do this. Do you guys think I am not aware of anything?" Dareen caressed his son's hair. Icarus leaned against his father's touch. Being a single parent wasn't an easy thing. He struggled. Struggled to raise his two sons. Raising a single kid was difficult in this era for both mother and father but Dareen raised them as fine men and also succeeded in his career as well.

“Number six? Mom… really?” She waved her hand like it was nothing. “The others ended badly, yes. You remember. Your father was number one—left when you were little. Number two drank too much. Three was controlling. Four had gambling problems. Five… well, he just wasn’t right for me. But Richard? He’s kind. Successful. Devoted. He owns multiple companies—tech, real estate, investments. Several estates too. And he has private security. The man takes care of what’s his.” I rolled my eyes and looked out the window as the city gave way to rolling hills. “Sounds too good to be true. You always say that at the beginning.”

"I’m a single father. My pup’s other parent is a gambler and a drunk—totally unreliable. Jobs in this pack are hard to find. If you walk out, Andrew will have my head. Have a heart." "Sir, you're known for being fair," the other added, his voice cracking. "My mother is half-paralyzed back at the village. I can't afford to be cast out." I stood there, the wind knocked out of my sails. I knew that pain. I’d survived a father who traded his dignity for a bottle and a brother who was little more than a ghost in a hospital bed. I didn't know if they were playing me, but the familiar scent of desperation coming off them made it impossible to push.

“Polite. Pretending that she’s invested in my life.” I realized I was on some type of dangerous ground. I knew that his father had passed away when he was young, and because of that I had felt an even deeper connection with my mate knowing that we had both grown up with only one parent. And now, watching his side profile as he drove, I recognized the all-too familiar strain of a complicated relationship with the only parent left. “Tell me about it?” I offered. He let out a sigh. “It’s… complicated.” “If you plan on stiffing me forever that’s going to get real old, real quick,” I responded, trying to keep my tone playful.