Daddy Issues Book Novels & Stories

"And while your mother is away, you will call me sir, or you will call me daddy. Choose one." Roe caught her breath, a wicked, defiant smile spreading across her lips even as tears of heat pricked the corners of her eyes. She twisted her neck, looking up at his sharp, chiseled jawline and those cold, dark eyes that were currently boring holes into her. "Why should I?" she challenged, her voice dripping with deliberate provocation. "You're not my real dad. You just like having me under your hand like this. Admit it. You've been looking for an excuse to touch me all week."

“I’m no shrink, but I’m a baby doctor. Whatever drama is circling you — this baby comes first. You eat. You sleep. Even if you have to force it.” She glares at me for a beat, then adds — “Don’t worry, we’ll all keep the little bean safe.” Kiara snaps her fingers at me. “You hear that, bitch? Enough spiraling. You’re telling him.” I throw my hands up. Fine. I surrender. Dr. Burden adjusts her glasses. “Okay, so this complicated Daddy, does he have any issues that I should know about?” I blink. “Oh, he has many,” Kiara smirks.

Blurb. Daddy’s Dirty Secrets is a collection of stories where temptation never knocks—it walks straight in. Every tale explores the thrill of forbidden attraction, dangerous choices, hidden affairs, and desires too powerful to ignore. Here, love isn’t always innocent, heroes aren’t always good, and the lines between right and wrong blur with every stolen moment. Whether it’s a ruthless billionaire guarding more than his fortune, a mafia king with a dangerous obsession, an alpha who refuses to let go, or strangers whose lives collide at exactly the wrong time, every story offers a new escape into a world where passion and consequences go hand in hand. No two stories are alike, but th

“I’ve tried grounding. I’ve tried every damn parenting book your mother left behind before she jetted off to Europe for another month. None of it works with you.” My heart hammered against my ribs. I could feel the hard ridge of him through his sweatpants, pressing against my stomach. He was hard. For me. The realization sent a bolt of pure want straight between my legs. “So what now, Daddy?” I whispered, voice bratty and breathless all at once. “You gonna put me over your knee like the spoiled brat I am?” His grip tightened on my wrist, almost painful. For a second I thought he’d push me away, tell me to go to my room, pretend this tension didn’t exist.

He sat beside me and pulled me onto his lap, one hand resting possessively on my thigh. “What’s on your mind, babygirl?” he asked, voice gentle but firm. “Don’t hide from Daddy.” I hesitated, then whispered, “I was thinking about Mom… and what she would say if she knew what we’re doing.” Daddy was quiet for a long moment. His hand stroked my back slowly. “I think about her too,” he admitted. “She trusted me to take care of you. And instead, I turned you into my personal sex toy. Sometimes I wonder if I’m a monster for wanting you this much.”

Daddy said, "If you don't focus, the world will beat you harder than I ever will. I’m doing this because I love you, Gianna. I’m fixing you." I put my hands back out. I was so scared, but I knew Daddy knew best. He was my Daddy. If he was hurting me, it was because I was doing something wrong, and he was helping me be a better girl. Whack! Whack! The back of my hands turned bright red, then a puffy pink. I bit my tongue so I wouldn't scream. I didn't want him to think I was a baby. I wanted him to be proud. "Look at the book," Daddy said, "Look now, while the sting is fresh."

“Let daddy hear how good this cock feels.“ I moaned loud, voice breaking on every thrust. “Daddy—fuck—yes—” “That’s it,” he grunted, spanking my ass hard. The sting made me clench around him tighter. “Call me daddy again. Tell me whose pussy this is.” “Yours daddy—fuck—your pussy—only yours—” He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back so my back arched more. The new angle let him hit deeper, cock bullying that spot inside me relentlessly. I was shaking, thighs trembling, pussy dripping down my legs.

Dada cut in smoothly, his gaze locking with Papa’s, “we are also a powerful family.” The tension between them shifted immediately. Papa turned to him, clearly not impressed. “God, Jay, you are not helping the situation,” he said, frustration slipping into his voice now. Dada leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression finally sharpening. “Helping the situation is understanding what is actually going on,” he replied. “And more importantly… how on earth our daughter got pregnant without sex.” That landed. Because that? That was the real problem.

"What happened that makes you not want to live with Daddy?" "Grown-up stuff that's hard to explain. Things that happened before you were born." I was trying to find age-appropriate language for the complete destruction of my faith in love. "Daddy and I had problems. And even though he's a wonderful father to you, Mommy needs time to figure out if we can fix those problems."

“Did he..? Are you..? Jeez, don’t tell me you finally ditched the V-card?” I tug her elbow and pull her to the side of the corridor. “No. Not yet. But I will.” She rolls her eyes. “For real? You and Hannibal? So many hot guys out there and you pick the creepy old dude. Daddy issues much?” My cheeks are on fire. My whole body feels on fire. “That’s what this is, right?” She laughs. “Daddy issues.” She pretends to suck her thumb and I get an icky rush of butterflies. “Ooh, Daddy, that feels so nice, Daddy. I’ll be a good little girl, Daddy.”