Step Dad Stories Novels & Stories

We sat down on a bed of flowers, and I looked at him with anticipation. "What is it that you need to tell me, Dad?" I asked, my voice trembling. He nodded, his eyes filled with both sadness and affection. "I want to tell you the story of how I met your mother. It's a tale intertwined with pain and duty." I listened intently as my dad began to share his story. He spoke of a loveless marriage, of being given a wife as a duty to his pack. But then, his voice took on a different tone, laced with longing and regret.

**Stepdaughter accidentally impales herself on her stepfather's cock while helping to fix a broken air conditioner unit. Improbable? Yes. But that's why this is fiction. If it didn't happen, there wouldn't be a story.** <><><><><><><><><><><><><> The phone stopped ringing when Patrick answered it with a "Hello?" "DAD!" came an excited reply. "Oh, hey Jennifer. How's my baby girl? Did you get to see..." Patrick started off.

“Sit, Nate. Let’s talk.” I took a seat. He leaned back, sighed again, then looked me in the eye. “You’re right about some things. Both me and Jimmy Burns fought in Vietnam. Both of us lost our wives, leavin’ you and Jake without moms. And, though you didn’t say it, maybe you’re thinkin’ it: Jake’s dad loves his drink, and I have a beer after dinner every night. But I’m not Jimmy, and you’ll never end up like Jake, Nate. I promise.” I squirmed a little in the rocking chair. I wanted to believe Dad but couldn’t shake my worry. “How d’you know, Dad? Really.”

then he turned his face forward and sped up a bit, ending our conversation. I frowned a bit to myself, but I didn’t let Reid see or push the issue with him. He didn’t like people to feel sorry for him or pity him because of what happened. Even so, I think part of the reason he seemed to get away with his shenanigans so often was because people knew about his situation, so they overlooked his troublemaking. His mom, Stephanie, died when we were nine, and his dad had been in a decline ever since. He had good days, and bad days. The bad days outnumbered the good days most of the time.

“Tomorrow is Dad’s Session! That’s right. You’ll have to bring your fathers to class and let them explain their work to others.” Everyone breaks into an excited chatter. “My dad is the owner of a big oil company,” one student brags. “He’s gonna tell all about his exciting expeditions!” “My dad’s in the army. Pretty high in the ranks. He was stationed in various places and even fought hand to hand with enemies!”

“I am. I really want you to come and hear the incredible stories she shares. She told me that the pastor tells the stories even better. What better way can he tell than her? I want to hear him, if he really is better.” “Dion would never allow you, Dave. Listen to him, he’s your dad, remember?” Dave looked up at Dion who could not look back at him. Dave looked back at Mpumi, he held her hand in his. “God can heal the ill. He can heal you too. He can bring back dad’s sight. He can do anything. I love hearing His stories. I love learning more about His miracles. I want to see His house for the first time. They say the church is his house.”

REWINDING BACK TIME FOUR YEARS EARLIER WHEN ALL THE MADNESS BEGAN I sat down in front of the TV, playing Crash Bandicoot as usual. My stepdad Steve was coming round today. Steve was black, in his 40s. I couldn’t wait to see him. He always came round to see me, and help Mum with money, because she was finding it hard to manage without Dad. Dad left me when I was ten. I hadn’t really given it a second thought. I didn’t need him, and Mum was strong without him.

Strictly crazy than my real father. "How's the work, hija?" Why he went home early? He should have been into the office. Stepdad is a Company Executive Officer or simply CEO of a cosmetics company popular in the whole wide Philippines, distributing tons of cosmetics in every store or Mall. "Good," I said blankly, holding my breath as I took for a quick kiss.

he explains, I laugh a little with a shake of the head. "What kind of stuff would he do?" I ask if he was one of the biggest criminals he must have been doing some bad things, but again I couldn't picture my dad doing any of that. "They'd rob shops, steal cars, buy guns and sometimes off people," he tells me, now this definitely didn't sound like my dad "it was all going well for them until they off'd a man called Chase Wilkins," he says, that's the man my dad and that dude were talking about years ago.

"I didn't see you that way. You always made me happy and I was really hurt when you left. I cried for days." His lips curved into a sad smile. "I'm so sorry. I don't really understand why your mother treated you that way, but I am happy for the woman you turned out to be." I smiled. "Thanks dad. Now that all the gloominess is behind us, I have to ask because I am so confused. Step dad has a young adult daughter? How come! He left us ten years ago which means all his kids should be young. And you! You have a grandchild??? How is that even possible?!"