Dad For One Novels & Stories

My mouth fell open. Dad is dying.

"Oh! I saw the message on parent w******p group. I would considers that for you. Your dad?" "Well, I was given one." "Okay."

"Dad! You hit me?!" He didn't even look at her. He turned to Dad One, voice breaking. "I didn't raise her right. I'm sorry. Please... forgive us." Dad One didn't answer. He raised a hand, pointing at the blood on my forehead—then the scraps on the floor. "Graham Cobbley." His voice stayed even. "Twenty years ago, I saved your life. You said you owed me." Graham went ghost-pale. "Today," Dad One went on, "your daughter made mine beg and eat off the floor."

"Excuse me, I gotta go." Their visions followed Gianna until she successfully left the apartment. Alastar's heavy sigh could be heard after. "I'm really sorry for not telling you... I was supposed to call a janitor to deal with the mess but I forgot," Alastar stepped closer and hugged her tight. "You do know that it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" "Yeah... I'm busy preparing all day for it." Catherine sighed and hugged him back.

“It’s just I tried to lose my virginity all week, and then again tonight, to just get it over with. But the guy bailed when I told him. He wasn’t the first. That makes six times this week alone.” Eva’s expression softens as I finish, and she pulls out a small card from her bra, slipping it into my hand. “This? This is a number that can change everything. There’s a community of men who won’t just stay—they’ll want to guide you. The ‘daddies,’ as they call themselves,” she says with a wink. “Trust me, they don’t run. But make sure it’s what you want.” I look down at the number, my fingers pressing into the card’s edges, feeling its weight in my palm. The idea feels… different. Dangerous, even.

Someone much more powerful and dangerous. "Who are you?" Dad asked, dropping his gun as he took a cautious step back. I noticed his claws slowly pushing their way through his skin, emerging from the crevices of his gums. He was on the verge of shifting. "Don't even think about shifting, buddy. These bullets," he sneered, a smile spreading across his face, "Are crafted from pure silver. And my aim never falters, especially when I'm targeting the heart." Dad stood there, his senses heightened.

Farrah said to her father gracefully. Cony found her in the garbage can when she was a baby. Her parents abandoned her and he saved her. " Really? Good to hear that Farrah. I'm proud of you!" Cony congratulate his daughter. ---------------- Diana PoV Next month was the 21st birthday of our son Adoneram. Me and Thamer were both scared for that day. We just hope that he won't inherit the demon blood of his father. I'm now heading to the office to check our new stocks. I heard that a furniture from Korea came and I called my husband to accept the delivery. I took my bag and went inside my car. I drive by myself straight to our company.

Cheng liyue, stroked her son's little head. With a smile on her lips, she said,. " Alright, didn't I tell you before? Back then, mommy didn't even know who your father was, so let's not search for daddy, okay?" " Mommy, I heard that it's popular now to have a Godfather. You wait, someday I'll find one to support you. " The little boy said with arms akimbo. After hearing this, cheng liyue burst out laughing. Looking at her little boy, she said. " No, mommy doesn't need you to find a Godfather!

"Daddy's still pissed though, he ought to at least reply to his broadcast message with something. " Autumn's dad was the president of Lush Quarters, a post that was voluntary and had nothing to do with the building super. He admined the buildings group page along with the super and was responsible for gathering opinions about matters arising from the tenants and presenting them to the super and things like that. Mr Patterns, Autumn's dad, who was a vet by day, took his voluntary post very seriously. Kiersey shrugged and picked the bowl back up. She pretended not to notice the fixed look Peyton was giving her. Seriously, could anything pass that girl by?

good. Something about him calling himself my Daddy makes it easier to be in pain right now...because instinctively, I know he's going to make it all better. That's what Daddies do. These thoughts are twisted and they stray from the proper path of a young lady, but they invade my mind nonetheless. They are relentless.