Dad For One Novels & Stories

"I also want to be happy. As Icero said, they will just get in the way." "But how? We will be the prime suspects if something happens to them," Kloud said. "Come on, we are five smart men with a lot of influence and money. We have each other's back, right? Is everyone willing?" The four of us nodded, and Stav grinned. He poured whiskey into his glass, and he also poured our glasses. The five of us looked at each other and cheered. There, we strategized on how to break free from our pitiful wives, who had caused us immense pain. It was also there that our group was formed, which we called . . . DADS.

"We shouldn't be doing this. Betraying my friend like that—your father. Tom trusts me. I've known him for decades, watched you grow up. This would destroy everything." Diana recoiled, but not in defeat—her cheeks flushed, eyes stormy. She settled back, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up in a way that made my mouth water despite myself. "Dad doesn't need to know," she said flatly, her voice unapologetic. "It's between us. What we want. What we need. I'm not a kid anymore, Ezra. I know what I feel, and I see it in you too—the way you look at me in the garage, like you want to bend me over and fuck me senseless."

In truth, I should probably thank Dennis. If he hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't be who I am now. Just then, my phone rang. It was Raymond McMillan, Dennis's father. "Anna," he said, his voice warm and familiar, "are you coming back to Veldere soon? Once you're back, you can finally become my daughter-in-law." My heart skipped a beat. For him to say something like that… it meant he didn't know. He didn't know that Dennis was already with someone else.

His voice was deep but gentle. Emma looked up at him. Although her new father hadn’t done anything to her, she couldn’t shake the instinctive feeling that he was dangerous—it wasn’t a conscious reaction, just her body’s natural response. Afraid her timidness would displease him, she softly said, “I’m sorry.” “How old are you this year?” Damien asked. Before Emma could answer, May jumped in, “She’s sixteen this year. Very obedient and well-mannered. You don’t have to worry about her.”

"Race you back?" "Now you're just trying to abuse my old brittle bones," he said with a groan when I took off. He still managed to keep up, seeing as he has longer legs than me. I hope nothing changes between us when I tell him about Michael and Jackson. I'd hate to lose my dad. He's my best friend. ***** "Is this a Bring Your Girlfriend to Work day?" I asked Darren as he ushered Addison into my office. She sent me a nervous smile, and I wondered what this was about.

and you’re grounded for one week,” Dad stated firmly. I did not even realize when the tears started rolling down my cheeks.

Charlotte's POV The moment my fingers touched my cheek, tears started rolling down. In my last life, even if I caused big trouble, Layson would just pat my head and pretend to scold me. But now, he had actually slapped me. My werewolf blood gave me faster regenerative powers than most humans, but it didn't ease the pain on my face. This wasn't just physical pain—it felt like a blade striking at my soul. That night, when I went back to my room, I got word that my documents were ready. I called my father. "Dad, could you book me a train ticket for tomorrow night? I want to leave as soon as possible."

Yes, Gerald was kidding me. Right after taking my virginity, after admitting to jerking off to my videos, he is here introducing his girlfriend to me? And why the fuck did this dumb woman smile at me? What did she think she was doing? I wasn't her friend; I didn't know her. She shouldn't even fucking look at me. “Daddy, Mommy just gave us permission to come here.” Destiny rushed to Gerald, and he took her in his arms. I was looking everywhere else, my brain threatening to shutter because what the hell was this?

I can't help but smirk at the way his face scrunches. The room goes silent, and Max's eyes flare like a lightbulb just went off in that handsome head of his. He taps his knuckles along the counter before pointing at me. "What if you were my plus one!? What if we go with what you told your mother?" He points at me, and I point at myself as if there's the possibility he's talking to someone else. "Plus one?" I ask. "Yeah, for my sister's wedding. My mother is making me find a decent girl for the occasion. What if it was you?" he clarifies.

Daugherty Corporation would also be done for! “Dad, I thought of a way to solve this problem once and for all, but I need your help…”