Novel & Cerita But Daddy I Love Him Harry Styles

Little Harry knows his daddy always get mad when he watches those stuff with his grandpa and forgets playing music instead. Daddy stands in front of Little Harry, “And was Harry a good boy today?” “You fucking monster.” I say to my dad even if he cannot hear me. Little Harry pout as tiny tears forms around his eyes, “No?” Dad points to the couch, “To the couch, now.” Little Harry begin to cry, “B-B-But daddy…” “NOW!”

That’s when pride fills my chest everything he's become: the father Harry adores, the championship quarterback Dallas worships, and the Alpha who's transformed our pack into being one of the strongest that exists. Just before I reach his door, I nearly collide with Ryan, who's fully geared up and chatting with Harry. "Hey, Ryan," I greet him, then turn to my son, who is starting to develop that pre-teen attitude that makes me want to both hug and strangle him. "How's Daddy holding up?" "He's totally freaking out," Harry announces. "Uncle Ryan told him you weren't coming because you had too much work stuff." Ryan grins and ruffles Harry's hair. "What happened to keeping secrets between teamma

"I hope that one day, you'll proudly say I'm your mate." "I love you, Daddy. I'll grow up exactly how you want me to." The whole place fell dead silent, and my face went pale in an instant. Those things... I had torn them up long ago. Why were they here now? Everyone in the werewolf pack seemed stunned, and the whispers around me grew louder and clearer. "Layson has already chosen his future Luna Queen, but she still clings to him. How shameless." "She brought out these love letters at Grace's birthday party. Is she trying to provoke her?"

“Even Kat thinks that, right?” “No,” I shook my head. “All the things you listed are the things my dad loves too. I was smiling at that. He was also the captain of his school lacrosse team.” “Really?” Harry questioned, staring at me to see if I was joking. “I promise, you’re exactly like my father.” “That explains, so much,” he said, leaning against the back of his chair. “They say girls love a man who reminds them of their father.” Now he had a smug look on his face, while I tried to stop the heat from reaching my cheeks.

she stammered, choking on her words, a tear streaking down each cheek. He let her hands go. Alarm spread across her face. He knew that look by now. The pleading 'don't leave' look. Fuck, he hated it so much. "Daddy's dangerous, baby girl. So fucking dangerous. I tried so fucking hard to leave you behind. Oh baby girl, you don't know," Harry said, getting up to go to her, hurriedly straddling her. His mouth was on her skin, breath hot on her neck, as he laid coaxing, featherlight kisses on it.

"Daddy..." "I’m sorry, princess. But I promise I’ll come back soon. I’m truly sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret as he pulled Daisy in for a warm embrace. He patted her hair gently as she wept against him, pleading for him not to go. After sharing that moment, Hayley stepped in, urging Daisy to come inside. "Come on now, baby. Let’s go." Daisy sniffled, breaking the hug and gazing into her father’s vulnerable eyes. Her voice trembled with emotion as she confessed, "I love you, Daddy. Please come back to us soon."

I'm tanned with brown long hair but tail and ears are blond, daddy call me special and cute, my eyes are hazel colored. My daddy is James, the big guy sleeping next to me, he's like so tall! So tall, everyone is shorter than him, when he carries me no one can touch me up high. He's a vampire, he's also a bad guy, he's the one in charge of the whole family, he's been my daddy since day one. He explained to me that he's my daddy, like really my daddy, he used the word mate, that we are together forever.

"Mummy, why does Daddy John look exactly like Harry? When Harry showed me his pictures, I thought he edited himself into a big boy." I glanced at Giovanni, panic rising in my chest. He gave a small nod, as if to reassure me. "The only person you're allowed to call 'Daddy' is Giovanni," I said firmly, my voice low and serious. "Do you understand me?" I shot a warning glance at both of them. Harry shook his head. "But Daddy Giovanni isn't my real daddy." "Harry, don't say that!" I snapped, my voice rising. "No, it’s true! That’s why we get bullied at school, Mummy. Just because we don’t have a real daddy," Harry said, his face scrunched in anger.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt it!” Amara smiled, kneeling beside her daughter. “You’ve got a big heart, Crystal. Just like your father.” The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She froze instantly, heart thumping. Her daughter had never known the truth. Crystal tilted her head, curious. “Daddy?” Amara swallowed. “Your father… he’s far away, baby. But he’s proud of you, I promise.”

What’s going on here? “The thing is, Ada,” he begins after taking a sip of his coffee, “that Damson is…he’s gay.” Both my eyebrows nearly touch my hairline. “What?” Harry nods. “Yes. He’s gay. He told me so himself.” “But…why didn’t he ever tell me? I never knew that about him! I’m shocked!” “I don’t know why,” he claims. “He should have told you. I think any time now, he will, but I didn’t want you to feel sad about his distance. He just has a lot to deal with right now.”