Adventure Time Dad's Dungeon Novels & Stories

I shake my head. "I don't know where you got that trait son but I assure you it's not from your mom's side. You don't believe me? Just look at your uncle. Enough said. Anyway like I said clear your schedule this weekend okay?" We all nodded. "Meeting adjourned. I need to get back to your mom." Dad sigh. "I don't even know how many times I watched Tangled. At this point I already memorize the full script of that movie and I can dub all the characters alone." Daddy grumbled while going out of the study.

If I’m going to die here, I’d at least like the lighting to commit. I stare at my hands. They look normal. Pale. A little scraped. One small bruise on my knuckle from when I slammed it into the wall earlier. That was a mistake. The wall won. It always does. “You’re a walking doom,” I mutter to myself. “And you can’t even beat a rock.” The dungeon doesn’t laugh, but I do. It comes out sharp and short, like my body doesn’t trust it. My father. The word still feels fake in my head, like a bad joke someone forgot to explain. Lord Tracon. Monster. Master planner. Also, apparently, my biological parents.

I walk out of my father's office towards the basement dungeons, before they have a chance to change their minds. I wait for my father to scan his finger on the security pad and the door to the dungeon creeks open loudly. I have only been down in the dungeons a few times but it is never a pleasant experience. I turn around and look back at Ward and give him a small smile as the door shuts behind me. I begin to walk down the stairs and the stench of the dungeons makes me gag. I cover my mouth and nose with my hand, trying to filter the terrible smell.

He simply sat opposite me and continued talking. “So, as for how I was able to pull driving you out of town, I would have you know that it was very easy. As you well know, my dad is a famous politician, with a lot of connections, as well as resources at his disposal. I'll admit that he sometimes dabbles in some not-so-clean ventures, as do most politicians, if not all of them. My dad owns the dungeon in which I had you locked. He uses it to lock up and torture his enemies, and at times, I use it too. One of the guys whom I told you was Jeff’s friend, who used to bully me died in there from being tortured. I tortured him by myself, in fact, and my only regret was that the other one had an eas

"Take my father there. You already know what would occur if you didn't arrive by yourself. He hung up, and I quickly got up. I put my phone in my pocket and was about to head out when I remembered I didn't have the dungeon's keys with me. With haste, I returned to the room, took out my key, and made my way to the dungeon. Harrison tried to approach me when I spotted him, but I pushed him away and sprinted forward. I entered the dungeon, unlocked the gates, and proceeded directly to the prison, where I was holding the renegade father.

he explained when he saw our frowning faces when he mentioned his strange hobby of digging. “You really did put good use of your time, son,” Dad Victor smiled. “C’mon guys !! We need to wind up everything within two hours. We don’t have much time left,” Dad Valen urged and soon enough we were swimming our way through God knows who all’s poop and piss. Ewww.

As long as she smiled, numerous men would offer their lives to her. Riley could not believe the face staring back at herself in the mirror. What was this? Had she undergone... rebirth? Before she could recover from her shock, the room door was suddenly pushed open A sweet voice called out, "Big sister, last night did you and Brother Xavier...". Seeing the love bites all over her body that voice instantly became so sharp like it could kill "You slept together?". As all this was going on, Shock ran through Riley's body was this really happening.

"Tell her to stop playing games before I call the crematorium. Then she'll really be dead." The butler stood frozen, clearly shocked. "What are you waiting for?" Dad snapped. "You have thirty minutes to get her cleaned up and ready to apologize to Wendy. Or else, you can leave with her!" "Mr. Stiles…" The butler hesitated, his voice faltering. "Get on with it!" Dad snarled, throwing the dessert in his hand—meant for Wendy—at the butler. The butler had no choice but to retreat. Dad turned back to Wendy with a smile, wiping her mouth tenderly. "We're out of dessert. Why don't we eat something else, hmm?

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

The smile on her father's face grew. "Now that's impressive," Alpha Roland said. "Let's go speak to your mate; he's very anxious to tell us what you should do." She shook her head. Of course, he wanted to tell her what to do. This was Zeke they were talking about. "Do you know he has a sex dungeon downstairs?" her dad asked as he led her out of the room. "It's not a sex dungeon, Dad," she sighed. "Just checking." They walked past her bedroom, the door still off the hinges. Her dad stopped to sniff the air, probably realising that it was her room, and then frowned at her.