Single Father Novels & Stories

blame my godson for this. It's all his heartless father's fault. The kid has never seen him since he was born. His mom has been raising him all on her own, dealing with everything." So it was a single-parent household. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. I wasn't about to pick a fight with a little kid over this. "You've taken on the role of his godfather, so it's time to educate him properly!" James Scott bowed slightly and said, "Of course, of course. Thank you for your generosity, Dominic." As I reached the door, I suddenly turned around and asked, "Haven't you tried to find the child's father?" James paused for a moment before responding, "We have, but he's already moved on t

Maybe it's one of the reasons why he's still single and has no wife yet even if he's the eldest. The relationship between the three of them is nice, unlike those other siblings who are competing from each other to get their parent's attention. Their father is really good in raising them despite the absence of their mother and his work. He's now the mayor in this town. Too much work that's why they seldom join together during meal time. Their father is good in parenting and did all his obligations to them. And even if their mother is dead, Yaya Trinidad is still there to guide them ever since they're still a kids.

I felt like a crappy person. My name is Noel, and I am a single mom so yeah, I understand the whole work and kid life. Makes dating really hard which is why I ended up on that site. How many kids do you have? I may as well be upfront and honest with him since he was with me. No point in hiding how much I work, or that I have kids. As a single father I am sure he understands the struggle as well. We continued texting for a little bit. I learned that Jax has two kids, is divorced, and has been raising his kids on his own for over two years. I told him a little about Donavon, and how that ended. We did not get too deep into our past relationships, but it was obvi

he responded, I only stayed quiet at that name "My son, I just want what’s best for you, I want you to find someone and be happy, life is not all about business, life goes by so quick, and before you know it, you will grow old and alone, and I do not wish that for you.” His father grimaced

"Renata, listen to me. I’ve lost so many people in this life. You were the first one to show me genuine kindness. That night—it wasn't just a one-night stand. I was drawn to you, to who you are. I’ve cared about you since the very beginning. As long as you stay with me, nothing will happen to our baby. I will dismantle every threat that comes near you. I’m not the helpless kid I used to be, the one who couldn't save his parents." His voice cracked, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, followed by another. "I watched my mother die right in front of me, and I couldn't do a damn thing," he whispered, his pain palpable. "My father... he took his last breath calling her name. I wish the

But the longer I see Maya in this state, the harder it becomes to push it away. Dominic. I haven't talked to him since the day I left… but cruelly enough, biology does not care about broken hearts or unfinished stories. Dominic is Maya’s father. And genetically, that matters. I look down at Maya again, studying the small face that I know better than my own reflection. She has my dark hair, but the shape of her eyes belongs entirely to him. Even the stubborn way her chin lifts when she refuses to eat vegetables reminds me painfully of Dominic.

"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.

"It's okay, I am glad he has a female friend who cares so much about him. Thanks for your kind gesture, Riley, I am so grateful." "It's nothing, sir." "You know I didn't build a good relationship with my son because I was always busy traveling for business. He was brought up by his nanny, who is currently no longer there. His mom, my wife, died while she was giving birth to him. It has been pretty tough for him being alone all by himself all the time. He is my everything. I don't know what would become of me if anything happened to him. That's why I must fish out the bastard that did this to him. I am glad he has a friend like you who is always there for him, thanks once again." He appreciat

"Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years." That person froze. The entire office fell dead silent. The teacher looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, but she ultimately kept it to herself and placed my withdrawal application at the corner of her desk. I turned on my heel and left the office. The school corridor stretched out ahead of me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, creating a checkered pattern of light and dark across the linoleum floor. When I walked past the Wall of Fame, I caught the photograph prominently displayed in the center. My father, Ian Smith, stood to one side while his stepso

"Just give me a name, Robert." "Evander Sinclair," Robert stated clearly. The name echoed in the quiet room. I recognized it immediately. Evander Sinclair was a myth in the business world—a brutal, reclusive billionaire who had turned his family's shipping and tech empire into a global superpower before he even turned thirty. My father had spoken of him with immense respect, almost fear.