But Daddy I Love Him Harry Styles Novels & Stories

“What have you done with Fiona?!” “Harry, listen to me—” I tried to speak, but he shook me harder. “You bastard! After everything, you still dragged her into your mess! If anything happens to her, I swear I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” “Come on buddy,” “Don't you dare call me buddy, I am not your fucking BUDDY!” he yelled at the end of his words—body trembling against mine. “This is no time to fight Harry. Listen to what I have to say, it's important, it's about your daughter.”

He let go of the hug and looked at Daniel, "C-can I call you daddy from now on?" A mixture of tears and snot, he stared at Darius. Darius nodded, "Yes, call me Daddy whenever you want." Darius looked at me and extended his other hand, I came closer and he hugged us both. "I love you, two. Thank you for coming to my life.”

I order him. Harry quickly pull off his briefs and hurries into the pool to part my legs and feast on my sex. Just at the fucking dying minute, Andrei appears from no where and hollers! “Don’t you dare, young man!” I visibly shake, likewise Harry. Oh…no. Daddy’s second right hand man just saw me about to be sucked. I hope he's not going to tell David. He’s not consented to me to have a boyfriend.

He hugged him tightly, tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank God I finally found you, my child. I didn’t know what to do these past few days. I felt like I was losing my mind, going back and forth to the police for updates," Alexis said as Javi played. "Hi, Daddy! Are we going to play?" Javi asked, unaware of the situation. Alexis smiled and stood up to check if his son had any injuries. He sighed in relief when he saw there were none. At the same time, Yaya Sol was anxiously looking around, clearly nervous. Alexis noticed and asked what was wrong.

“Oh my God! I gotta take a picture with you to show to my friends.” “Shut up, Heath, you have no friends.” Tara attacked her brother. “And what are you on about? Addison is celebrity without even being involved with Javan. Her father is Philips Garcia, Um hello, the same man who was included in top 100 richest people in the world.” Heath made a face. “But her dad is not in her life, is he now, hm?.” “Hey!.” Tara gasped reaching over to smack her younger brother’s head. “You take back right now!”.

He stretched his hand forward, before taking a sip. "I always say inappropriate things, you just have to get used to it. Daddy." She winked. Oh God. He could literally die in embarrassment right now. "Please don't call me Daddy." "Whatever. So hit me with the details." She leaned against the counter, her lips gently touching the liquid, they stayed there. Chatting and 'gossiping' which Dexter had to admit was kind of fun, and Stella. She knew it all.

I told him and looked at him, expecting for him to say it back. “Aren’t you going to say it back?” I pushed him. He sighed and bent down to move his hand to my stomach. “Daddy loves you, princess.” He spoke before he looked back up with a smirk on his face. “I also miss the old Christian, thanks for reminding me.” He spoke. “Bye, Serena.”

Xavier thought maybe Mommy was starting to realize it. "Mommy feels sorry for Keysha for having a cowardly husband like you!" cried Adelle. "Daddy doesn't know where you got that trait from. Because Daddy himself can be loyal to one woman, but you? Instead, you are proud to be in a relationship with another woman without thinking about how the family's good name is at stake," Reyhan growled. "Dadd, from the start, Xavier only loved Aira." Xavier still chuckled. He said that he really loved Aira, hoping his parents would understand.

I tell him wrapping my arms around his waist. "Uh. Who's Harold?" Adrienne asks and I turn to her. "He's the English teacher." I tell her and her eyebrows shoot up. "Oooo. Is he hot?" She asks only to get a pinch on the ass and a stern look. "I'm sorry, Daddy. You know I only have eyes for you." She says joking yet you can hear the truth behind her words. Wait- Daddy? "Daddy?" I ask and Adrienne smirk at me. "Yeah. He is such a daddy. My sexy daddy." She says and I blush.

"Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years." That person froze. The entire office fell dead silent. The teacher looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, but she ultimately kept it to herself and placed my withdrawal application at the corner of her desk. I turned on my heel and left the office. The school corridor stretched out ahead of me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, creating a checkered pattern of light and dark across the linoleum floor. When I walked past the Wall of Fame, I caught the photograph prominently displayed in the center. My father, Ian Smith, stood to one side while his stepso