Daddy Issues Novels & Stories

I ask, he nods, "No, I don't want to." "Why not? You're clearly messed up in the head, too. Maybe mostly because of me and, again, I'm sorry about that," he adds, "But also because your real dad kinda went crazy on you and your mom, then he died, then my dad let you whiter away in another town. I mean, you fell in love with Aiden because you have daddy issues and you like me because you NEED and LOVE attention. You've been fucking any man that comes your way, like that douchebag you've been dating just because he's obsessed with you too. You love..." "Can you stop?" I snap, Damon literally shuts his mouth, "That was rude, I don't go around telling you everythi

“ I can’t stand a girl for a day and yet I stood your stupid and childish characters . The fuck do you think that you are the only one with daddy issues . “ I don’t have daddy issue “ I told him unable to hold the hurt that I felt the moment he mentioned it . “ then I want you to be so sincere with me because when I see things I know them . “ I see the way he looks at you, I see the way he cares and always wants you around ,you and I know that those looks are , we both know that something is going on. Something that I know that I wouldn’t be able to stomach the thought of but I am just going to let you say it. It’s better you say it now than I am getting to kn

“Who’s starting it?” “No one specific,” she said carefully. “That’s the problem.” He stood up. “Cancel my afternoon meetings.” “Sir—” “I said cancel.” At recess, things exploded. A boy blocked Crystal’s path. “So which one is your dad?” he asked. “The dead one or the rich one?” The words hit like a slap. Crystal shoved him. Teachers intervened. Parents were called. By the time Amara arrived, Crystal was shaking with anger and shame. “They said I don’t belong anywhere,” Crystal cried. “They said you lied to me.”

he cried out, throwing his head back. "Daddy!!" I cried out, squirming underneath him. He was merciless, demanding his next orgasm with his brutal thrusts. I was screaming so loud that I covered my mouth. Daddy lets out a disapproving growl, yanking my hand off my mouth. He grabbed my other hand, pinning them to the bed and intertwining them together. "Holy shit, that's so...h-hard," I squealed, looking up at Daddy. "This is what my little slut wanted, isn't it?" Daddy said in between breathless moans. "Huh? You wanted me to ruin this pussy, huh, little slut?"

He says, resting his head against mine, I taste his cool breath on my tongue, my eyes stay closed, I am still caught up in the moment of what we just shared. I like the endearment more than anything. Because it is true. I am his good girl and I will always be. I love him and he loves me too. That is all I need. All we need. "Daddy.." I say, smiling. I open my eyes to see him watching me with an intensity behind his dark eyes. He looks serious. "Can you stand?" He asks softly. "I don't know." I giggle at the funny prospect. My legs are truly weak. All my muscles are lax. And I think I am sore. He was rough. I liked it. But it was unexpected.

I remained glued to the floor and did not move from my spot even as he covered the distance between us and cast his dark, disrobing gaze on me. "I am sorry father." I uttered nervously, my voice barely above a whisper and he returned me an irritated growl. I quickly corrected my mistake, my sovereign of hell step- father hates it when I refer to him as father or Dad and I like most people who value their sanity and lives; I have never dared to call him by his name. He only wants me to call him daddy, which I have never minded, it was just another one of his rules. "I am sorry daddy… please-" Before I could even shakily utter the rest of my apology and provide the unattended fish in the oven

“I-I’m so close.” “I missed the part where that’s my problem.” Addison doesn’t know whether she wants to cry or scream. “Please… Please, daddy … I-I’ll do anything...” Just like every other time when Addison addresses Javan as ‘daddy’, the man seems to get weak. “Aw… My poor baby. Are you that desperate to cum?” Blushing a little, Addison nods. She sighs in relief when Javan flashes her a soft smile. “Then I guess I'll have to do something about that."

He's so clean cut, so put together, I wondered how he even did it. “Is she stressing you at work?” Dad immediately asked Dane. Why does he always think I'm so problematic? I swear I'm super calm. “No, she's not.” Dane replied, truthfully, because it's the damn truth. I'm a good employee. During working hours I'm good, after working hours I'm better. I take care of my boss. I let him have his way with me, and I enjoy it. We dug into our food, and I was barely well after my first spoon when dad asked another question, and it pissed me right off. Somehow he was becoming a bit annoying.

“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.

“Ungrateful little whore! You are prancing around, sleeping with every man who shows little interest in you. Fix your shameful daddy issues by listening to me, your father, or you will end up homeless and lonely.” “Oh, so you know I know fucking have daddy issues, ugh? Did you take a moment to think about how that happened? Why have a child when you can't appreciate them by giving them your freaking love and attention? You can't even take care of one daughter, what makes you think you deserve two?” I retorted, breathing heavily now “You won’t speak to me like that! Now, if you don’t do as I say, I’ll freeze your account. I'm gen