Daddy Issues Novels & Stories

He proved to be a great listener I wondered two days in if he’d ever wake up. This morning I went through the routine when my mom called me and our conversation ended up in her cussing at Peter because, in her words, he is a 'dirty man whore' Now I went into my newfound hobby of gazing at the man in my bed. I'd giving him a name too, Kel, after my dog I had when I was eleven. I couldn't still place where he was from because he didn't look American one bit and now that I think about it neither did those men.

"Where is your Daddy? Did he let your mother hurt you?” "Of course not! He’s not living in the house with us anymore. I told you that he doesn't come home much anymore because of his problems with Mommy." "What problem? She has a lot of money to spend on alcohol. What more does she want? Why did she do that to you?" "She wants me to leave the house because I'm not their real child. I'm relieved that Daddy came home and stopped her."

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their nam

He was dealing with an issue from her past that was a sensitive issue for her, one she wouldn't want to repeat. "That's quite the story." I said and he laughed out. "Why do men have to deal with issues from a woman's past. It's like we are being judged by their past, by the mistakes of others, I don't get it at all." He sounded confused, and I smiled because it was the truth. When a lady had Daddy issues she would use that to judge any other man in her life, rating them against daddy.

“Tell me, did he allow you to call him by his real name? Have you always called him that way?” Though she didn’t understand the meaning behind her mother’s question, the truth was that she had always called him by his real name. So Emma nodded slightly. But what did it matter? Why would it anger her mother so much? Ever since that first night when he forced himself upon her, Emma no longer saw Damien as a father. If not for coercion, she would never have called him “father.” Yet she could not stay mute when facing him either.

"He swore his vows in the shadows. He reminded me that the cage doesn't matter, Daddy. The key is in my hand." The word "Daddy"—used not as endearment, but as a provocation—was a blade. Mark roared, a sound torn from his chest, and slammed me against the cold glass again. He drove into me, hard and fast, fully clothed and unforgiving. It was a violation of the clean space, a desecration of his own immaculate life.

He had this day all planned out before his father knocked on his door and ruined all of his plans. “Sorry son,” he’d said, smiling apologetically, “I need a bit of help today. It shouldn’t take too long, I just need you to pop round to one of my clients and check on a few things.” “But Dad,” Tom had replied, his heart sinking, “I had plans for today.” “You can see Stacey later, Tom. This is important.” Tom sighed. “Sure thing, dad. I’ll get right on it.”

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

His eyes caught one and he asked, “How about we play, ‘just dance’ together” Curtis looked at him with wide eyes. Uncle Adam never liked that game and said it was because he didn’t know how to dance and meeting his daddy for the first time, he didn’t look like a man who could dance either so the suggestion amazed the little boy and he asked, “Daddy, can you dance?” “Yeah, Daddy can dance very well,” Cooper was quick to respond since he danced with his father a lot during birthdays and even with kid games such as these.

he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and low. I heaved a breath. My heart was thundering in my chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "But—" "Shhh. There is no but." He placed his thumb over my lips, silencing me. His gaze drifted down my naked chest, his eyes widening. "Look at you. Your nipples are already so hard for me. You want this just as bad as I do." "I…," I breathed, my hands resting against his bare chest. It was always like this. No matter how much we fought, one touch from him destroyed my defense. I was addicted to the danger of him.