Your Dad Novels & Stories

"Excuse me, I gotta go." Their visions followed Gianna until she successfully left the apartment. Alastar's heavy sigh could be heard after. "I'm really sorry for not telling you... I was supposed to call a janitor to deal with the mess but I forgot," Alastar stepped closer and hugged her tight. "You do know that it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" "Yeah... I'm busy preparing all day for it." Catherine sighed and hugged him back.

Suddenly, Dad and I both heard the door ring, interrupting our conversation. "I'll take it; get dressed; your date might be waiting," Dad jokingly said before landing a kiss on my forehead. I chuckled as I watched Dad leave my room. I wish I could find someone as good as my Dad. Ever since I was a little girl, my dad has always been my superhero. He was the embodiment of everything I admired in a person. Kind, loving, and always there for me, Dad had set the bar high when it came to finding a potential partner. But as I grew older, the harsh reality of the dating world altered my perception.

Alex looks terrible—dark circles under his eyes, his hair unkempt, like he’s been shoving his fingers through it. “Anything you need to say to her, you can say to me first.” My dad’s right behind Alex. Alex’s lips tighten. He stops and pivots to face my father. “Okay.” He drags out the second syllable. “Don Giuseppe. I love your daughter—always have. And I think she cares about me, too.” My dad’s eyes narrow. I’m frozen, my legs rooted where I stand. “My daughter’s not dating a soldier,” my father says flatly.

The Serene Me and K planned to go somewhere out today with dad ,but dad ended up refusing that he wants to spend some time with his wife . Dad loved mom with all his heart . I didnt remember her much but i remember that she is the most beautiful women anyone have ever seen maybe thats the reason why my dad was head over heels in love with her . Hope i will too find someone like him . Going downstairs ,i wanted to watch tv but then i heard my dad conversing something on call .

He cheered and I know he's making face, a cute one, but I was shaking when he hugged Blake, who was startled too. "Awe, you're so sweet! Of course, we can be best friends! I have a lot of toys in our unit!" He cheered happily, making me chuckle as I looked at Dad, who's giving me a thumbs up. "Where's Daddy?" I couldn't help but ask. I'm sure Daddy is a morning person, but Dad is not. I grew up calling uncle Anson Daddy and Grayson Dad. "In the bedroom, he's still a bit sore from last night..." Dad smirked and knowing what he meant, I didn't ask anymore cause I know them, hornies. "Well, I need to talk to you, Son."

I sincerely said and pulled away. Strangely, my Dad dropped his jaw slightly while my Mom burst into laughter. "Arisa Gail, didn't I tell you to behave?" Dad said disapprovingly, running his fingers through his jet black superman hairstyle. He could almost tear his shirt apart and fly up to the sky to save the day. Yeah, my Dad is geeky handsome and he was absolutely at the top of the hottest male geek in the world. I mean my Mom's world because she was the one who said that.

I let out a deep, heartfelt sigh, my voice filled with warmth, "Happy birthday, Dad." "Thank you," Dad replies Kai joins in, his arms enveloping Dad, "Happy birthday, Uncle Ezra." Dad smiles warmly, replying to Kai's embrace, "Thank you, Kai." Without missing a beat, I playfully interject, "Ohh, I can’t believe it. My sweet daddy is getting old." My voice softens as I gently pat his cheeks. It's become a yearly tradition for me to jest about his age, and the banter always brings a smile to both our faces. "Don’t grow old, Daddy."

DAMIEN “Alright, Dad,” I said, leaning against the wall of the study. “Let’s hear it. Grandpa says you tried to kill him. Care to explain?” My father’s head snapped up, his expression flipping between disbelief and annoyance. “He said what?” “You heard me,” I replied, crossing my arms. “He says you plotted to kill him for the company.” Dad groaned and ran a hand over his face, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse. “Damien, your grandfather has always been dramatic, but this? This is a new low.”

I muttered, shaking my head. I found my dad in the den, a beer in one hand and a pool cue in the other. He looked up when I walked in, a grin splitting his face. “There he is! Ready to lose, champ?” “Not a chance,” I shot back, grabbing a cue. My dad wasn’t like other dads—at least, not like the dads most of my friends had. He wasn’t distant or overly strict. He was more like an older version of me: quick to joke, always ready to have a good time, but still someone you didn’t want to disappoint.

Hot tears slipped free. Mom smoothed my hair. "It's okay, baby. You can cry—holding it in only makes it worse." "I don't want to," I lied, and a sob escaped anyway. Dad held me tighter and let me cry without questions, his silence a kind of shelter. Still, a thought flickered through me — if Ryatt ever crossed him, even in a nightmare, he'd be dead meat. *** It was weird that I still liked watching Cinderella. Even weirder that Dad still enjoyed it with me.