Novel & Cerita All Pro Dad Chapters

Often, I seemed to find true love, yet it never lasted. Dad destroyed every relationship. When I couldn't take it anymore, I turned to my uncle, David Schrute. I asked him to talk some sense into Dad. Uncle David also thought that he had gone too far. Who in their right mind would want their own daughter to end up alone? He went to our house and confronted Dad. "You should be supporting your daughter since she's found someone she loves! What kind of parent tries to talk their child out of dating? Have you lost your mind?"

“You’ve already said enough for one night.” “Please,” he insists, his voice breaking. “Don’t file a lawsuit. Against Melissa, the others… please. If you do, I’ll go down with them. You know how it works. I’ll be dragged into it. And I—” “—deserve it,” I finish flatly. “You helped destroy her, Chad. You let them humiliate your stepmother. You let them nearly kill her.” He flinches as if struck. “I know,” he whispers. “I know what I did. But I’ve changed, Dad. I swear I have. It was all Melissa. She twisted everything—used me, threatened me, made me believe Amy was the enemy.”

I stepped even closer until our tits were pressed together, my nipples so hard they ached against the thin fabric of my top. “You’re right,” I hissed right in her face. “I am His Daddy’s whore. Professor Adrian—Lucian’s dad—bent me over his desk, fucked me raw, and filled me up with three thick loads while your precious ex was waiting outside like a clueless little boy. Feel that?” I grabbed her hand and shoved it between my thighs, pressing her fingers against my pussy.

I said. The countdown began. And for the first time— The failsafe looked uncertain. ******************************************************************* WRITER'S LITTLE MESSAGE. Thank you so much for choosing my book. please don't forget to support me, like, share and comment so I can know your mind concerning any character. please don't Stop unlocking chapters. I will keep updating consistently as usual. I love y'all 😘

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

Belle's Pov: So today was like the other days I woke up tired. Getting ready for work. I work for my father. Handling his business. My father is a businessman and a mob boss that's why he is so ruthless. He only cares about himself. So luckily he is usually busy. Our relationship isn't that good. I am actually afraid of him. I am an only child. Maybe if I had a sibling life would've been better. Or not who knows.

" I yell at him and he finally starts talking!. "You are not going to like this Melody or you may even think that I'm lying but I have proof so listen to me okay!......dad is having business problems! Problems who not solve themselves.....you know about a client who is linked to be a member of the Mafia?" "Yes! Hey, tell me on our honeymoon!"

My pussy clenched so hard I had to squeeze my thighs together. Dad left the next morning. "Take care of her, Bran. She's all I got." They clapped each other on the back like brothers. Then it was just us. The tension built slow, like a fuse on a stick of dynamite. Mornings, I'd catch him in the living room shirtless, doing push-ups, sweat glistening on those ridiculous muscles. I'd watch from the hallway, biting my lip, hand slipping into my shorts before I forced myself to stop.

However, what I couldn't believe was that Mom would destroy the thing I held most dear just to teach me a lesson. This incident had truly scared me, so I decided to give myself one last day. Once I woke up tomorrow, I would return to being the obedient daughter again. That night, I dreamed of Dad. He was working in the afterlife, yet the moment he spotted me, he set down the bricks he had been moving and pulled me into a tight hug. "Oh, my poor daughter, you've really had it rough. It took me working hard in the afterlife for 15 years to finally get a chance to see you and your mother. I'm utterly heartbroken to see how much you've suffered."

Pappa had definitely been f*cking her. Proserpina Delano's eyes lit up as she saw Claude but Pappa beat her to it. “What is it, son?’ growled the Mafia Don. Claude felt embarrassed; he knew his father could not keep his hands off Mumma; when he was growing up, he had heard bawdy details of what a great, lusty man his Pappa had been, his unbelievable, indefatigable sexual prowess, the endless stream of wh*res and mistresses who had kept him pleasured; until he got seriously attached to his much younger wife, that is.