You're The Best Dad Ever Novels & Stories

Cheng liyue, stroked her son's little head. With a smile on her lips, she said,. " Alright, didn't I tell you before? Back then, mommy didn't even know who your father was, so let's not search for daddy, okay?" " Mommy, I heard that it's popular now to have a Godfather. You wait, someday I'll find one to support you. " The little boy said with arms akimbo. After hearing this, cheng liyue burst out laughing. Looking at her little boy, she said. " No, mommy doesn't need you to find a Godfather!

“You will never win the best parent of the year award.” Mom's eyebrows shot up. “There's a competition for parents?” “Of course,” I replied with a groan. Her eyes narrowed at my response. But when Dad placed his hands on her shoulders, she melted and held back what surely was a harsh retort. Dad gave her a long, loving smile before he looked at the camera instead of the screen. “Even if there were — and I highly doubt it — we don't need to be the best parents in the world to get the award,” he tells me as his smile widens into a wide, happy grin. “We just need to be the best we can be for you, sweetie.”

"Because he got you an helicopter?" "No, because he's the best Dad in the world!" He threw his hands up in the air, dramatically. "And I'm not the best Mom in the world?" "You are!" He laughed. "You're the best Mom in the world and he's the best Dad in the world!" "I hear you." I laughed and raised my coffee to take a sip. "When is Dad coming home again?" I took another sip fo my coffee and raised an eyebrow. "Why? Tired of Mommy, already?"

this was the standard for me. "It's an amazing life. The possibilities are endless... you can be whoever you want to be. The sky is the limit. Especially when you have a father like yours who would do everything to see you happy." "And what was your father like?" He was the best, much like Uncle Richard. He used to say that the smile on our faces was the best gift he could receive.

“You deserve real, babe. Someone who looks at you like you hung the moon. Not just… fictional abs.” I forced a smile. “Maybe one day.” She studied me for a second—too perceptive, sometimes—then let it drop. “Anyway. Holiday break’s coming up soon, and my Dad’s insisting I come home for the full two weeks. He said he misses me, which is code for ‘I want to make sure you’re not living off ramen and bad decisions.’” I laughed. “He sounds like a good dad.” “He is. The best.” Her expression flickered into something softer, almost wistful. “He’s been… quieter lately. I don’t know. Work stuff, probably. Or just the usual. You know he never really got over Mom.”

"No. I don't hate you anymore, but it's not because I've forgiven you; it's because there's no point to it. How you live out the rest of your days has absolutely nothing to do with me." Ian fell silent for a long time before leaving the documents for my enrollment and medical treatment behind. After he left, I placed the documents on my desk and sat there for a long time. Outside the window, children were running around downstairs, their shouting voices drifting up, rising and falling. Looking at the sheets of paper on my desk, I suddenly remembered the words Mom had said while holding my hand in her final moments. "Don't drop out of school, Zoey. You must finish your education and live for

"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.