Belles Dads Name Novels & Stories

Suddenly, her phone buzzed again, and her heart leapt into her throat as she saw her father’s name on the screen. Belle hesitated for a moment before answering. “Dad,” she said, her voice strained. “Belle, where are you?” Mikhail’s voice was calm but laced with urgency. “Are you safe?” “I’m fine,” Belle replied, her tone cold. “But I think it’s time you told me the truth. All of it.” There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and Belle could almost feel her father weighing his options. Finally, he sighed heavily.

She bows in greeting to my father and smiles. "Belle, right?" He asks her. "Yes, sir", she replies. "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady, how have you been?" "I've been good, sir. How about you?" "I'm well, it's just that I am quite amazed that my son is dating his secretary", he pouts. Belle laughs shortly. "Actually, sir. I was never his secretary", Belle confesses and I scoff. She looks at me as I throw her a harsh glare. "Really?" Father shifts his gaze to me.

Act! "You called us here?" My dad asked hesitantly, his head tilted to the side but still hasn't seen me sitting so straight like a bowstring just a few feet away from him. I'm sure my dad thought this was all about Flora's death, and he should watch his words so he won't upset his alpha more. If only he knew what is about to hit him right now, he wouldn't have been so cautious about Alpha Caden's feelings. I don't think the man has feelings left to hurt. He is a monster.

Even though he's the father of Belle, I will still do anything to protect her and my children. As I got out, Belle was impatiently waiting outside. “What happe–” “Let's go.” I pulled her to the elevator and headed back to her place. I badly want her back in New York. Since I'm handling Connor's company, I still need to monitor and get the feet back of the company. I heard it's not doing well because of Connor's reputation. Belle kept asking me what I talked about with her father. Rather than tell her the truth that her father might have a relationship with Shaine, whom she thought was Paul's wife, I remained tight-lipped.

Belle is bent over the counter with her legs spread and her chest…her big breast resting on the white wood. My dad is behind her, his back is strong and muscular as his hands slap her ass cheeks through the shorts and they bounce. My mouth is full of saliva from watching it, damn. The moan that leaves her mouth is made to send saints to hell as she whispers. “Yes sir” Yes sir? God…she's truly nasty, more nasty than I dreamt she would be. “You're my perfect wife, aren't you?“ Dad asks her and she whispers another yes sir.

he said, his voice all low and gravelly, like it was made for whispering dirty secrets, “you know why I called you here, Elena?” I shook my head so fast my hair whipped around, my mouth dry as fuck. “No, sir.” It just slipped out, all polite and shit, because what else do you call a guy like him? But oh man, the way his lips curved into this smirk—it was dangerous, promising all kinds of trouble. “Don’t call me sir,” he said, pushing off the desk and taking a step closer. I could smell him now—that rich, spicy cologne mixed with something uniquely him, making my head spin. “You can call me Daddy… or Adrian.”

"Were you reborn too? I get it—you're just feeling upset, that's why you chose my dad. But you'd definitely regret it!" I kept admiring my dazzling reflection in the mirror, retorting coolly, "Regret? Why would I? And know your place—I'm your stepmother. I'll tell your dad if you keep being rude." Stumped for a moment, Dylan growled softly but threateningly, "Did you think you've won just because you're with my dad?! We'll see! Oh, and don't you forget—he's going to die in a couple of years, and he is sterile!"

I called out silently as I sat beside him . I will be straight with you Nora , you already know your uncle is no longer the town priest and he never was a priest , and he is going back , so considering the fact you school in the same city with him , you are going to live with your uncle as he is the only one who I can trust with keep you safe . “But dad,” I whispered . “ No buts , my decision is final , get ready , in the next two days , you are leaving with him “

"Bella..." However, Stanley held her tighter and smiled. "Bella, you need to change what you call me. You can't call me Mr. Handsome anymore, because I'm your daddy now." Bella's eyes lit up with joy. "You're my daddy? Mommy, is that true?" Wendy didn't want to hide it from Bella, so she nodded. "Yes, Bella. He's your daddy." "That's great! I have a daddy now! Mr. Handsome is my Daddy! From now on, we'll always be together—Daddy, Mommy, and me!"

Dad stood there, his senses heightened. "I see you are wise enough to choose carefully. So, this must be... your daughter," his gaze shifted towards me, his eyes filled with an unsettling familiarity. "The artist right? Miss Avelina. Delighted to make your acquaintance." His knowledge of details about both my father and me sent shivers down my spine. This was far from good. "Anyways, would you two mind coming here? We have got no time to waste." "Who are you? What the hell do you want?" Despite the fear crawling up my insides, I demanded. My voice cut through the tense air.