Novel & Cerita Covet Me Father By Thegunnen

Gunner explained. “All I want is for you to trust me, Father. Tell me, how hard is it for you?” “Well, for starters, Gunner, we both know you’re gay.” “I’m not.” “You have a lover who lives in another city and I know you’ve not told me his name yet or revealed his identity to me but you know that I know the truth and you don’t have to hide it from me anymore.” “I’ve been lying to you for a long time now, father,” Gunner admitted. “But, I’m not lying about this.”

I said. I let go of her, stuffed the gun in my pocket, and approached the cowards in the corner. “Who is your father?” I asked the guy I shot. “I... I am sorry; please do not hurt him anymore than you already have.” He pleaded, tears in his eyes, and slowly backed away, his buttocks grazing the floor. “I asked, who is your father?” I barked. “Ro. Romano Saccone.” He said, and a smirk formed on my face.

Gunner went back to his seat and continued playing with my father while I was sitting alone in the wooden chair and reading some books. It took them thirty minutes to finish that game and my father gave us the time to talk alone. Gunner cleared his throat before he went closer to me while his eyes filled with longing. “Ashianna, I know you don't want me to tell this to you again but I want you, I like you, no--- l love you....” he confessed, with a strange emotion in his tone. “Alpha Gunner, I'm thankful that despite I'm a single mother you still give me a chance to experience how to be loved.” I started.

Fox, whatever the fucking name he goes by, my father-is the man who destroyed my mother and killed her unborn children. The gun is in my hand without a thought. Darkness invades my vision. It all happens so quickly. I aim dead center for his chest. Someone yells, "Gun," beside me. Pull the trigger, I tell myself. Fucking pull. The barrel moves higher-over his head and the gun goes off at almost the same time someone tackles me. My head hits something hard. Too hard. The bright sun fades to black.

The metal was cold against my hip, and my body broke out in sweat as goosebumps coated my arms and body. “No,” I breathed. “No, no, please—” His thumb joined the gun. The waistband stretched. The cotton pulled tight against my thighs and the curve of my ass. “Roric.” My father's voice was unrecognisable as he begged. I'd never heard him crack before, and I didn't like it. “Roric, she's my daughter—” “I know.” The gun's barrel moved lower, tracing the line of my hip, and my shorts slid half an inch down my thigh. “Which is why she's the perfect candidate. You owe me. She pays. That's how this works.”

GIOVANNI A gunshot echoed through the air as Father shot Price Russell's hand, shattering the one holding the gun. Price collapsed to his knees, cursing loudly. He attempted to reach for his gun, but Father shot his knees before kicking the weapon out of his reach. "I told you never to show your face to me ever again," Father growled, stalking closer as he fired his gun in anger. "I promised I would never let it slide if you laid your hands on any of my sons, but you just had to test me, didn't you?"

Adaline continued whispering. "I am sorry." Ronan shook his head slowly. "Stop saying that." She sniffed softly. He looked at her again. "Adaline." She raised her eyes to him, still tearful. "You are nothing like your father." The words were simple, but they carried deep meaning. Adaline froze slightly. Ronan held her gaze steadily. "Your father chose greed. He chose violence. He chose destruction." His voice was firm now. "You are not him." The tears in Adaline's eyes did not stop, but something inside her shifted. Ronan took a slow breath.

Ruin Me, Enemy Daddy is dark, heavy and filled with surprises. Please read the following carefully. - Strong language - Explicit sexual content - Violence and graphic scenes - Murder and assassination - Torture - Emotional abuse and manipulation - Coercion and obsessive behavior - Moral ambiguity - Betrayal - Forced proximity and captivity - Death of loved ones This is a dark mafia romance. The love here is complicated and it is costly. The characters are flawed in ways that will frustrate you, unsettle you, and at certain points make you question everything you thought you wanted from a love story. That is intentional and frankly the point.

He was dead. Matteo stepped out of the shadows behind us, smoke coming out from the barrel of his gun. He walked over as he tucked the gun back into his holster and gently patted my head. "Don't be scared. I'm here, and it's all over now. No one will ever hurt you or Mommy again."

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.