Novel & Cerita Stories About Fathers

The day the truth came out, I took Florence and our daughter to visit the graves of the ones I had lost. Zoe hugged my leg. "Dad, I'll live well for my brothers and sisters." On the day my parents were executed, John went critical in the hospital. This time, there were no organs to save him. My kid could finally call me Dad.

Something is coming, and we just don’t know what. That night, we eat together, all three of us, like always. For a moment, everything feels normal again. Father tells stories, old ones from his military days. I’ve heard them before, but tonight, they feel different, softer, more meaningful. like he’s remembering or saying goodbye. “I’m proud of you,” he says suddenly. The words catch me off guard. I look up. He’s looking at both of us. “You’ve built something real here. Something lasting.”

“I’m serious! Imagine it… a guy who would burn the world for you? Who would kill for you?” My stomach tightens slightly, not in excitement, but in memory. My gaze drops for a second. And suddenly…I see it. Not imagination, but reality. My mom and my three dads. The way they love….. possessive, dominant, dangerous and obsessive. My mom told my sisters and I some stories of what my dads did because they're in love with her. The Mafia romance exists in my family. It's real and not fiction, nor fantasy. Slowly, I shake my head.

He let go of her hair and walked around her, circling her like a predator examining a trapped animal. "I've been in London for five years," Julian continued, his voice echoing off the book-lined walls. "I stayed away because I couldn't stand the sight of my father’s greed. But then I get a call. He’s in a coma. And he’s married to a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. A girl from the Vance family—a family of bankrupt liars." He stopped in front of her again. "My father’s lawyers want to throw you out on the street. They want to call the police and have you investigated for elder abuse. For murder."

Madeline's Pov I’ve always had a crush on my friend’s father. That sounds crazy. Like something you’d whisper to your diary, terrified someone might hear. But it’s true. I’m twenty-one, a junior in college. He’s forty-seven. I’ve known him my entire life. After my parents died and I moved in with my aunt, he stepped in. He was the one who showed up to my middle school science fair when my aunt had to work. He taught me how to drive a stick shift in an empty parking lot on a rainy Sunday. He’s been a steady, solid presence. A father figure.

Mathias had been accepted to three Ivy League schools, and before the semester started, his father sent him to Florida as a reward -along with other gifts. It was Alexander Raptis’s way, he never showed affection directly, only threw expensive things at his son. Mathias wasn’t complaining, though. He used his father’s resources for fun just as much as for career success. Between parties in Vegas and events in LA, from the deserts in Africa to the beaches of the Far East, Mathias had a rough youth.

"Greg, mind explaining what Amanda is saying?" By now, Jacob was standing behind me. He cast an indifferent glance at Amanda, who was wiping her tears away. Then, he rolled his eyes at Greg. Although Jacob had just turned ten this year, he had unfortunately caught Greg having an extramarital affair with Amanda two years ago and told me the truth. I never imagined that my son would be exposed to the dark side of human nature at such a tender age. Ever since that day, Jacob had known that Greg didn't care about our family.

Let her do whatever she wanted, never let suffered after Mother died and their terrible step father had taken over their custody, he had fought for their rights, but he had only found one thing that made him happy in all these years. Love, he had fallen in love by mistake but with the right person, but Lexi had snatched that away.

" Rose asked her. Amelia looked at her and spoke up, "There is no word that can explain what our dad means to us except our heart. Fathers are the heroes who guided us through life and were there for us when no one else was. Fathers are like an invisible star. Which we can not see all time but they appear in front of us whenever you fall in danger or need help. Fathers are more than a bulletproof jacket for us. A bulletproof jacket only saves you from bullets. But fathers, they save you from all kinds of danger. They stood in front of you in danger without caring about themselves. They take our all problems on their shoulder and give us a sweet smile with a simple word, 'It's okay baby. Dad

Gumagawa siya ng isang detalyadong konstruksyon mula sa maliliit na piraso ng Lego toy. Nang marinig niya ang paglapit ng mga ito ay nag-angat siya ng tingin. Bumaba ang kanyang mga mata sa kanyang ama, at nagliwanag ang kanyang mukha. “Dad, pupunta ka ba para makipaglaro sa akin? Tapos na sa pagsusulat para sa araw na ito?" Lumapit si Tyler at hinaplos ang ulo ng bata. "Hindi pa, anak, ngunit nagdala ako ng isang tao upang makilala mo."