Ace Dad Novels & Stories

"My father is Wallace Creedmere, chairman of the Creedmere Group. Get me out of here, and my family will pay whatever you want!" "My dad is Gregory Langford, and my mom is Claudia Young. You know what those names mean in Volaris City!"

Adam's voice was stern and firm. "That can't be. My dad was not a mafia. I didn't know how Lucas got into these. Before that we were not mafia. Believe me." Adele was in a dilemma. Of course she believed Adam but somehow his words were harsh to her this time. She couldn't believe all those.

Those large size bellies and some cute small newborn babies were sending chills to his body. "See… baby. Your dadda is such a fuddu person. Don't be sad but this is what it is, and I'm sorry I couldn't find a better dad for you", Dia jokes, to distract his mind and it worked as he got pissed and glared at her. "No…baby. I'm the best option as your dad. So, don't listen to your mom at all. She is the one who is having cold feet not me, I'm your superhero", he quickly covers up trying to seem cool and calm.

I answered as I went to get my clothes. Adam walked in, Adam is like a secretary and my one and only friend here. His whole family are here, his Dad working for my my Dad as an adviser before he pass away. He was working with Emirate group, which I think Dad got him the position to help me adjust when I got back. "Hi Adam" I said raising the two suits am holding "which one" I asked as he stood before me. "They're all black" he pointed out with his usual stern face.

she declared, clapping her hands like she'd just won the lottery. I stepped out of the car in front of Dad's office building. The massive Adriano Estates sign loomed above. Typical Dad—everything about him screamed opulence. Walking through the front doors, I was greeted with smiles and nods from familiar faces. Dad's office had always been a second home for Mom and me. On slow days, we'd come here just to pester him, our antics turning his workday into our entertainment. Twenty-four years later, nothing had changed. "Hello, handsome," I greeted Harry, Dad's ever-loyal secretary, with a playful smile.

"And Mommy loves him. She tells him all the time. She always says things like….uh, 'Dada, you're my superhero!' And Dada says, 'You're mine too, Mommy!' They always hold hands, and they read me stories together. And now we're a real family, with Mommy, Dada, and me! My mommy, Reigna, and my dada, Carlisle! We live in the big penthouse now! We're the bestest family!" The man’s gaze drifted back to the big mango tree, to Mommy and Dada, who were now sharing a gentle kiss, a soft, happy moment under the leaves, their faces close. He watched them, a long, deep sigh escaping him. His shoulders seemed to slump a little, like he was carrying something heavy.

She could feel his zipper area hardening under her. "Yes, I guess. All I could think of is you. You were messing up everything in my head. I couldn't think properly. " He confessed. "You're going to get the company bankrupt if you continue to be like this, CEO Terrence Adams. Dad and grandpa would kill you…" She giggled as she nuzzled her nose in his chest taking all of his manly delicious scent in every part of her lungs.

Ever since daddy been back home my mom has been thee most happiest woman on earth only because daddy cannot go back to the military again, he decided to retire not that he had a choice he just had to since his injury he can't do much like he used to but I'm thankful that his still strong. I finally agreed to marry Hakeem

I pretended; gosh, my cheeks were painful right now from all the blowing. “Really?” He raised an eyebrow and did that thing that always made my clit twitch in excitement. “You were cleaning?” He sounded surprised, and that's because of my situation. Gerald, or let me say, Dad, was my mother's husband; they got married five years ago after she quit the p**n industry. Oh yeah, my mother was a p**n star. Well, Gerald apparently ran the company she worked for, hence the reason he had so many videos to edit. From what I've picked up with their conversations with Mom, he edited best, and despite his company being worth a billion dollars, he did it himself.

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.