Anger Dad Inside Out Novels & Stories

Seraphina, a wolfless girl relocated from her former pack, moves to Greycrest Pack hoping for a fresh start. There, she discovers that Alpha Ronan is her destined mate. Fearing rejection, she avoids him while searching for the truth behind her missing wolf. As dark secrets about her unfolds, Seraphina finds out that she is the reincarnation of an ancient umbra beast feared by werewolves. A thousand years ago, the Umbra Beast was betrayed and sealed away by the ancestors of the alpha she is now fated to love.Torn between revenge and love, she must decide whether to destroy the bloodline that betrayed her or choose to love the alpha.

She was born from rape and took her mother’s life at birth.Her relatives detested her; they treated her badly and gave her no name. They wanted nothing to do with her.Girl, they called her for eighteen years, until it became the only name she knew.When her family who should have taken care of her found themselves in big financial trouble, the only hope of getting themselves out of the terrible mess they had created was to send her to their pack leader’s house to work to repay their debt.Girl hated what they were doing to her and was clueless about what was about to happen to her while she worked in the Alpha's home.

Logan grabbed hold of her hair and yanked it back so she could look up at him. "You got that?" He questioned her while casting a stern gaze into her eyes. "Yes," Stephanie whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. His grip on her hair was so tight. She's a virgin, and this isn't how she had imagined her first night to be, especially with her own stepfather.Logan smacked her face and roared fiercely, "Yes, what?" "Yes, Daddy," Stephenie cried out with teary eyes."Good, now get on your fours, legs spread out for Daddy on the bed", Logan commanded sternly then released his grip on her hair, and she complied. ********* It all started when Stephanie's single mother weds a 49-year-old, single hot daddy. Shortly after the wedding, her mother was killed in an accident, and the 19-year-old virgin Stephanie was forced to take over her mother's place as the bride for the night. But then everything changed for the worse the moment her ex-boyfriend appeared in the picture. He took her virginity, and his father fucked her hard until she became addicted to them and couldn't stop requesting more. "Yes, Daddy. I will always be urs, your submissive, and a bitch for being a bad girl for you daddy." Warning! This book contains steamy scene and real dark scene that is strictly recommended for 18+ only.

My mom hated me. A famous witch gave my mom a prophecy about me and my sister, which made my mom hate me even more. While my sister enjoyed a luxurious life, I endured years of suffering. One day, I received my wolf and discovered that my mate was the alpha himself. However, I rejected him and the pack because he was no better than the others. I became a rogue and sought refuge in another pack, where I trained to become the best version of myself. But I wonder, will this be sufficient, or does the Moon Goddess have more planned for me?

Michael Evans, the heir to Evans Enterprises is being pressured to get a spouse so he can reproduce an heir to keep up their legacy. But what happens when he tries to elope with his disapproved lover and along the way, he gets involved in a car crash and forgets everything about his past life? What will become Michael's end?

Three days before my wedding, my younger sister staged a scene—one where I supposedly abandoned her in the mountains. She claimed I locked her in a cabin, left her to be nearly assaulted, and that she barely escaped with her life. Furious, my fiancé dragged me up the mountain and locked me in that same cabin. He said, "Wendy, a woman as vicious as you won't learn her lesson without punishment. I already told you I'd marry you. Why go after Chloe? Since you're so desperate to climb your way up, you can stay here until the wedding day." I begged him, over and over, but my scorched throat could only force out hoarse, grating sounds. Three days later, Mickey O'Brien stood at the altar in his suit, waiting for me. What he got instead was my remains.

"I asked you a question, Olivia," he murmured. "Are you going to see him?" "No," I choked out, the word broken and final. "No, Daddy. I’ll stay. I’ll stay here with you. Just please... please..." "Good girl," he growled, the praise vibrating against my skin. "You finally learned how to beg properly." ———— Chandler Sterling came back bound by a promise—nothing more. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Olivia Perez was never supposed to matter. She was off-limits, untouchable, too young—the daughter of the one man he could never betray. Once, she was just a little girl in the background. Now, she’s grown. Defiant. Reckless in a way that gets under his skin and refuses to leave. And the more he watches her, the more something inside him starts to unravel. It begins with control—stepping in, setting limits, reminding her who she belongs to. But it doesn’t stop there. Because his anger lingers too long when she’s with her boyfriend. The thoughts he’s having were never supposed to exist. On the other hand, Olivia knows something has changed. Chandler isn’t the same man she once admired from a distance. He’s colder now. Harder. Watching her like she’s something he needs to keep in line… or something he’s trying not to take. And maybe she should be afraid of that. Of him. Of the way his control feels less like protection and more like possession. But fear isn’t what she feels. Because the line they’re standing on isn’t just dangerous— it’s already breaking.

My mother was a player in a quest. Once her mission was a success, she exited this world, leaving me behind with four fathers. The first was a billionaire CEO. The second was a famous movie star. The third was a world-renowned doctor, while the fourth was incredibly powerful and influential. My four fathers spoiled me rotten for sixteen years, giving me everything I ever wanted. That was until three years ago when Sadie, the daughter of the one that got away, returned. Since then, my four fathers believed her over me. Sadie claimed that my mouth was filthier than a dog’s, so they threw me in the dog kennel and fed me dog food. When she accused me of rallying the other students and bullying her in school, my fathers got me expelled and hired three street gangsters to beat me up for months. Once again, Sadie insisted that I pushed her, and as a consequence, my fathers locked me in a cage for three whole days in the name of teaching me a lesson. As I lay there in hunger, my mother’s voice rang in my ear. “Niamh, do you want to come back to Mommy?”

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

My dad is a fan of tough love parenting. When I was a kid, there was a time when I obtained full marks on two subjects. But he told me, "Your grades don't mean anything in life. If you were a true man, you'd leap down five floors without batting an eyelash." Some time later, I was awarded for my act of bravery. But Dad scoffed in my face. "Not even a hair is harmed on your head. Why should you be awarded anyway?" I thought Dad wanted me to go through more training in life. On Christmas Eve, he ditched me on a snowy mountain under the guise of wanting me to go through more training. He didn't give me a tent or a lighter. Later on, Dad even brags about his parenting method to his relatives and friends. "A real man should survive and thrive in a desperate situation! I told Julian that he can forget about being my son if he can't even make his way back to the summit!" But the red dot on the GPS tracker installed in his phone hasn't moved for the past three hours. The truth is, I've already frozen to death in the mountains. Trapped in my fist is a crumpled, torn scrap of paper. Meanwhile, my soul is currently floating above the dining table while watching Dad brag about his tough love parenting.