Young Dad Novels & Stories

“I have failed as a father.” “I think the fact that your 18-year-old son doesn’t know the name of a male strip club is a good thing,” Ty says. “I didn’t know what it was either,” Mark shakes his head. “You two make me feel old,” Ty shivers. “You are not old. You have an old soul,” Mark kisses his cheek. “How do you know Chip 'n Dales?” Dad asks. “I love Patrick Swayze. It’s not okay how much a I like him. I watch SNL skits on YouTube, so….” Ty blushes as he smirks. Dad is roaring with laughter.

There's no project. "So, how old are you young man?" dad asked with his big voice. "I'm twenty-two, sir." Milo answered. Sir. I smirked. "You're five years older than my daughter." Dad pointed out clearly. "I am aware of that sir." "Just because you're a celebrity doesn't mean you can get special treatments around here. If you hurt my daughter, I'm telling you this for only one time so you better listen up, you're not gonna have her back once you let go of her." Dad said too seriously.

He was responsible and talented, but never bragged or displayed any attitude, a truly wonderful boy. “At this rate, I fear you’re going to surpass me.” Jayden said with an adoring smile. “That’s not possible dad, you’re so old.” Adrian giggled, teasing his father a bit. “Was that a compliment?” Jayden huffed, playing along with his son. “Maybe.” Adrian said and burst into laughter when his father gasped and made a fake sad face. “Dad, is training in the Snowy Mountains difficult?” Adrian asked, he knew his father had spent seven years in a special training camp in the Mountains when he was young.

You only see that in Japanese or Korean movies, or for royalty. “Young Master Jake,” Dad said, his voice all shaky and weird. “Please, forgive her. She’s not well. She’s been under a lot of stress, and she… she just says things when she’s upset. Please, don’t mind her.” My father, groveling to some teenager? A kid who barely looked older than me? The guy—Jake, apparently—didn't even bother to stand up. He just looked down at Dad. He gave the wrecked phone on the ground a quick glance.

he bellowed from across the clearing. We shuffled over to them slowly, preparing ourselves for the tongue lashing we were about to get. My dad was a very strict man. That’s how Grandpa raised him. And that’s how he’s kept the pack safe for so many years. He was a tall man with big broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His hair was a dark sandy blonde, like mine and my sister’s. I don’t remember the last time I saw my dad without a big bushy beard. Smith’s worried voice filled my head as we neared them,

(Ironic) The old man felt his stomach churning. "You were gay for each other!?" Zayn starts climbing on the old man, blaming him. "What the fuck was wrong with all of you!?" Yells the 35 year old man. "Do you even understand—" as Zayn was screaming his heart out, one single slap shuts him down at once. His father never once yelled at him nor punished him. He, was neither participative in his son's life nor cared about him. For him, Zayn was just a showpiece to show to the society that he was a MAN.

“You still treat me like a baby.” She looked at me, then shrugged. “That’s because no matter how old you get, you’ll always be my baby.” “Smells good, baby,” Dad said as he strolled into the kitchen, straightening his tie. He leaned down to kiss Mom’s cheek, then came over and kissed both Jayson and me on the forehead. “The big day,” he said with a warm smile. “Senior year.” And with that, he reached over to ruffle my already tangled hair, making it look even worse than before.

he bellowed from across the clearing. We shuffled over to them slowly, preparing ourselves for the tongue lashing. My dad was a very strict man. That’s how grandpa raised him. And that’s how he’s kept the pack safe for so many years. He was a tall man with big broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His hair was a dark sandy blonde, like mine and my sister’s. I don’t remember the last time I saw my dad without a big bushy beard. *Oh shit we are in so much trouble*

We quietly take our sits and before long, a blur of black hair passes by me and dispenses himself in the chair beside me, fully dressed and ready for school. “Dad? Were you fired?” Jared asks me, tilting his head a little. He looks so cute like this, but I’m confused by his question. Before I speak, however, Mom answers him with another question. “What do you mean, love?” “He’s not in his suit, grandma! And he’s been staying here for a long time. And he has beards growing… my friend from school said his Dad lost his job and so he stopped taking care of himself… and now he has a gut! And he drinks. Are you going to get a gut, Dad?”

“Look, pal, your mom is busy making herself pretty for that lame-ass of a daddy of yours because they’re getting married. And since your idiot father didn’t know how to use a bloody condom … here you are … stuck with your grandpapas, get it?” A beat. “So, just for today, can you keep your little ass out of trouble? Do it for granny, alright? And no shi— er, pooing in your pants. I’m not changing your diaper, little man.” The kid shouts in joy, and Dad curses some more, probably struggling to keep his hands on the wiggling, over-energetic tornado. “I’m getting too old for this shit,” he moans. Desperate times, desperate measures. Dad’s clearly at his wits’ end.