Bat Daddy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hades reluctantly passes our daughter to my father who holds her with tears shimmering in his eyes. "Hello, baby," he croons, "I'm your granddaddy Daxton but you can call me Dax," he said, stroking her head and kissing her softly on the cheek. "Give her here," Damien argued, "I want a turn. I told you she would be a girl," he added triumphantly at me.

“Say please. Say please take me back. Beg for me like I’ve begged for you for all these months to be mine. Promise me you’ll do right by me and our baby” He grinned. The type of grin that knocked me away with one fell swoop. “Please take me back…because I’m already yours, sweetheart. My heart beats for you and for you only, without you, I’m done Cassandra Bates. I’ll be by your side forever baby. I’ll be the father to our litter of kids because oh yeah, we are going to have a ton of them playing in our house with me teaching them how to play football, baseball, anything they fucking want. I’ll-“

"You are my real son, not a bastard." "How is he a bastard when he didn't impregnate himself?" Sherniel said the moment Baba's voice quieted down. "I mean, a bastard is someone without a father, which does not in any way apply to my mate. You are here and you are his father. Nothing can ever change that. Certainly not the words you make yourself believe. You fathered him! So, please, clarify how is he a bastard? What makes him any less of the son that you consider 'your only son'?" Her protective defense was filled with fury and condescension.

Tudyo ni mommy kay daddy. "Dami mong say diyan!" Sita naman ni daddy. Bago binalingan ng tingin si Lei. "I am Wadye Verano, but of course... " May naglalaro na ngiti sa kanyang labi. "Hindi rin dapat ako papahuli; you can call me daddy." Inalok ni Lei ang kanang kamay niya. "Nice to meet you, d-daddy," Kaso hindi nakaiwas sa akin ang pagkagulat ni Lei nang hilain siya ni daddy para mayakap.

“I still feel bad about it. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable in any way,” Bobby Cates said. He had long thought of Josh Batton as his biological son. “But then again, I am proud that you have so many fans,” he added. Sometimes, pain and joy needed to coexist. Josh’s smile gradually widened. “Don’t feel bad. All right, let’s eat, Dad and Mom.” Bobby and Peggy Howards nodded simultaneously, their hands clasped as they returned to their seats to resume their meal.

“ You don’t look too good, boss , is it about your sexy niece “ Mateo teased me with a grin on his face . Shut up Maeto , she’s my niece , and don’t start thinking shit because that isn’t happening . But you really look a bit disorganized , like someone looking for their bride , considering the fact that . “Her father placed her under my care and I am going to care for her and whatever you are thinking, it’s not real” I corrected him, dragging the smoke again . Maeto smiled and then walked away. I kept scrolling my phone , hoping that I got that notification from him . Never did I think that I was going to get worried over a girl and not just any girl, my niece , she's my brother's daughter.

The sound echoed through the quiet street. He stumbled back, held his cheek and looked at me in shock. "Don't you ever." My voice was shaking with rage. "Ever. Speak about my child like that again. You hear me? My son is not a bastard. He's worth a hundred of you." "Emily I." "And my baby daddy? He was a far better man than you could ever dream of being. And if I could leave him then trust me you are nothing. Absolutely nothing." "I didn't mean."

she added, her voice trembling. Mom's response was callous. "When she finds her baby's daddy, I'll accept her back, but only if he's rich and influential." Dad's anger boiled over. "You're a bad mother. I regret the day I met you and everything that led me to you. May you rot in the deepest pit of hell." He stood up, his eyes blazing, and walked me to the door. I knew his hands were tied in this situation because of the mysterious oath that seemed to be controlling him.

my father's announcement hung in the air, casting a shadow of unease over me. "Leaving? And what do you mean I won't be alone?" I questioned, my brows furrowing with confusion. "Mr. Ortega has agreed for you to stay with him while I'm away," my father explained, his words causing my eyes to widen in disbelief. "What? Why would you do that? I'm seventeen years old, Dad, not twelve! You've got a billionaire babysitting me as if I'm a child. I could have been left alone at home because I'm no longer a minor. At worst, you could have arranged for a babysitter, but this? This is beyond crazy!" I whispered-yelled, my frustration bubbling to the surface as I directed my disbelief at my father, my v

he asks, voice rough. “Yes. Please.” He begins to move in long, measured strokes. Every thrust is controlled. Every retreat is slow. His eyes stay locked on mine. One of his hands remains spread over the side of my belly, steadying, feeling. Zavian stays close on my other side, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye. His fingers stroke through my hair and then trail down to rest over Caspian’s hand on my stomach so that both of them are touching me and the babies at once.