Dadd Novels & Stories

I heard one of them speaks. Hmm, this must be Grady. Ella always says he's the most obnoxious one. "Wow, daddy, thank you for helping me out, but my date is running late," erm..he's probably on time, but I'm not going to tell him that, "...and I'm being practical, and some of us don't live in the fifties." I turned around to face Grady inches from his face, I give him my signature seductive smile. I was confident with my beauty, I know I don't have pores, and my face is flawless. And when his eyes darken I know I had him.

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.

he inquired, a hint of mischief in his tone. D'Andre took a sip of his drink, a playful grin gracing his lips. "Are you asking me, dad, or worrying about it? What about you, when do you plan on finding a stepmom for me?" His jest earned a chorus of laughter, knowing well that Mr. Kendrick was a widower.

I cleared my throat and let out a deep sigh. "Jessie. He is a friend of mine, and Jared used to call him Dada." "Why the fuck is my son calling that fucking man dada?" He whispered dangerously. My brows furrowed, and I immediately glanced at Jared and Jessie, and I am glad they are having their own business on the couch!

"I can't remember which unit I went into last night because I was drunk. And I also didn't see the guy's face because it was dark inside his unit." "Oh my goodness! What a beautiful fool!" Jana couldn't help but blurt out upon hearing what I said. "What will you do now if you suddenly get pregnant? Who will you introduce as the father of your child? Don't tell me you'll introduce me as the baby's daddy. I'll really strangle you to death, Alice. My looks are not for being a daddy, but for being a mommy, okay?"

"No, not yet. You don't get to cum until I do. Kitty, my little girl, we're going to seal our deal simply. If you want me to be your Daddy, and you want to be my little girl, you will give me your virginity." He stood tall. Long ago he had done away with his jacket, and all that remained was that collared shirt that contoured his muscular body so well. "So, my Kitty, do you want to give Daddy your virginity tonight?" There was a brief pause. I always thought it'd be with someone I loved. A boyfriend, one I'd been with for months. Not someone who I met the same day, not someone who I was now calling Dadd<

Damian sat across from them, watching them with soft eyes. “Daddy, can I have more cheese?” Katty asked. “Sure. Add anything you want tonight,” Damian replied, handing over the menu. “Daddy just got paid.” Alva looked serious. “What’s a paycheck?” “Money from work,” Damian explained softly. “Daddy works as a ‘cleaning hero.’ If the office floor is dirty, Daddy cleans it.” Delya smiled proudly. “So Daddy’s awesome! Without Daddy, everyone could slip and fall.”

I collected the phone excitedly and spoke to my dad but I could hear his excitement over the phone. “I have good news, Alyssa.” “What’s that, Dad?” “The war is finally over, it’s all finally under control.” He said excitedly. I sighed in both relief and excitement till he added, “You can come home now.”

“For… all of you. Inside me.” Grant’s hand tightened gently on her leg. Marcus’s foot massage stopped. Cole kissed her forehead. “We have been waiting for you to say that.” “But,” she continued, voice small, “I don’t want to choose one first. I want all my Daddies.” Marcus spoke first—deep, reassuring. “Then we will make it special. Together.” They came up with “Daddy dates.” Individual time with each Daddy—full days or evenings tailored to his personality and their bond.

"Nothing has happened." "Yet," I hear a deep voice on the other end of the line. Addison giggled quietly. "Daddy, stop. I'm on the phone." "Samantha, stop trying to steal my girl. It's fucking midnight," I hear Darren speak up. "I'll fire you," I threatened. "That's my bitch, okay? I'll call whenever the fuck I want," he chuckled. "Well, I mean, if you want to hear her moan, be my gue-"