Daddy Creampies Daughter Novels & Stories

I would bet there was something more to it. When we got to the office, my father was there seated behind my desk. “Dad,” I called surprised, “What are you doing here?” “Ooh, Mr Carmichael, it is such an honour to finally meet you. I'm Lena,” Lena gushed, rushing past me to shake Dad's hand. Dad eyed her hand before shaking it gingerly. “You would have had the honor if my daughter had invited me to her shiny new office,” Dad said and the words stung.

“I won't do that because I don't give a fuck about any of you. You all can go to hell for all I care, but now what I do care about, you own the shares, don't you?” “Yes, I do.” She answered. “Good, Lindsy. Why don't we have a contract drawn?” “Sweet, what are you doing?” “Trust me.” She turned to me with a smile. “I meant it when I told you that you won't lose the company on my watch. If I have to go to the end of the earth to make that happen, I will do it for you, Daddy,” she uttered with a wink at me. “Oh, Claire.” Father let out a stunned cry. “ You won a diamond, son.” He complimented her before nodding at her to go on.

Lucy had begged me not to blame him just days ago… A crash sounded on the other end, followed by my daughter's tearful voice. "Daddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt Adam and Sammy…" My hand trembled around the phone, tears spilling unchecked. "Lucy—! Robert, don't touch her! She's only seven years old. If you need to vent your anger, take it out on me! I'm begging you…" But he cut me off without hesitation. "From today onward, I'll be in charge of Lucy's upbringing. If you dare interfere again, don't blame me for disregarding whatever remains of our marriage."

I caught my dad buttering up the neighborhood rat, Mrs. Aileen, with my damn dumplings—my dumplings, the good ones. He was all smiles, practically groveling. "Although my daughter isn't quite like the rest, she's good at everything she does. Surely you can find her someone," he said, like I was some basket case.

“I miss you, Daddy.” “I miss you too, my love!” His eyes teared up. “I really want to hug you right now.” “I’m at the beach, Daddy.” “The beach, my love? Are you liking it?” “Yeah, a lot. Mommy’s friend gave me ice cream with caramel sauce. It’s good, Daddy! And guess what? I ate all my food! Uncle Jai said if I eat everything, I get a different ice cream flavor each time. When I come home, can we keep that deal?”

“She is my son’s classmate and best friend, and since we went to get cupcakes together, I decided to bring her back home instead.” The woman scoffed. “Cupcakes? You gave my daughter cupcakes?” her face twisted in rage. Janette was confused. “Yes, I did. What’s bad about eating cupcakes?” The woman made a barfing sound and glared daggers at Janette. “I don’t care who you are, but stay away from my daughter. Who says cupcakes aren’t dangerous? I want my daughter to be the most beautiful baby in this neighborhood and giving her cupcakes isn’t going to help that. Do you want her teeth to get rotten, huh? What do you want people to say when they see a very beautiful woman like me with an ugly chi

Ana, her daughter, with a birthday hat topped with a number five, worn on her head, silently looked at her with eyes that was once bright in the morning, gone completely lifeless at this time. Her pouty lips thinning. “It’s past my birthday now,” Ana paused, her gaze at the piece of cake in front of her was silent but hard, the hat she worn drooping as she lowered her head. “We didn’t get to celebrate my birthday…. at all,” she finished, looking worn out for her age. A moment of silence enveloped the two of them, gloom hovering above their heads. Quite suffocating.. “Mommy… does daddy really have another kid other than me?” she asked, coughing, the blush she had from excitement earlier faded

But I know he worries about me. “It was a good training today, they are in perfect shape.” Michael, my Beta says, and I smile. “Yes, they are. I am proud of our warriors.” I answer. We walk into the pack house, and Daniel, my Gamma, walks out of the kitchen with Dennis on his arm. Dennis is his and his mate Harper's two-year-old son. “Uncle Liam!” He squeals when he sees me. “Hey buddy, what do you have there?” I ask, pointing to his kid-sized cup.

It seems like it's not happening anytime soon. "How old is the daughter?" Cynthia enquired. "Uh, twenty-five, I think," Sandra answered. "Uh-oh, how is that working out for you two? Have you met?" "Oh yes. She's awesome. I've had sleepovers with her. She's so nice," she told us, a smile dancing on her face "And where's the mother?" My mom asked. The smile dropped on Sandra's face. Not suspicious at all. "What? Something happened to her?"

So she was trying all her possible ways for her to make it impossible, in every aspect she could. Niccy squeezed her face in dissatisfaction, she really hated those pancakes, in other words, it sounded disgusting. "But Mother, I hate those yucky pancakes." She raised her arm in a way of objection, she had really taught them a lot of things in life, and they were grateful. Natasha chuckled within herself, she squatted down to her daughter's height and said lovingly. "I know Niccy, so I made you such nice cookies. It's fresh out of the oven." She led them to the dining room.