Daddy Smut

Finally today his revenge is completed... Or so he thought... "We all thought that Jones & Jones company has gone bankrupt. Mr. Jones ran away and investors are outside in rage. It was the end for the company but a miracle saved them... yes the eldest daughter who left the country a long time ago is back. She has promised her investors that she will save the company and give them their money back." I saw that... NO... I spent my whole life for this revenge... That bastard took everything from me and my family. I want him to suffer the same... but this girl... she just came and saved everything. NO... I looked at her face intently... I never wanted to make this fight personal but now you have little girl... You want to save your daddy dearest's company... I won't let you... you need to be punished... little girl... "FIND ME EVERYTHING ABOUT HER" I screamed. No one will come between my revenge and me. She doesn't know he is burning in vengeance. He won't give up. He doesn't know she is extremely intelligent and a market genius. She won't give up.

After six years by Archie Valez’s side, everything changed when his uncle died—and Archie took over the family legacy… and with it, the responsibility of caring for his “young” aunt, Betty Cruz, whose age was practically the same as Archie’s. Still, whatever Betty wanted, Archie delivered. I just never thought it would include a baby. Betty said she wanted a baby with the Valez bloodline. And with the uncle gone, Archie was the only one left to do the job. So he gave her that, too. “Just wait a little longer,” he would say to me, “Sabrina. As soon as she’s pregnant.” What started as once a month turned into once a week… Then it became a nightly routine. Of almost eight months that we lived in New York, Archie went to Betty over a hundred times. And she finally got pregnant. Shortly after, the Valez family announced that Archie would be marrying Betty. “Mommy,” my daughter asked softly, climbing onto the couch beside me. Elly—our Elly. My Elly. The daughter Archie never had time for. “Is someone getting married?” I held her close and kissed her hair. “Yes, sweetheart. Daddy’s finally marrying the love of his life.” Elly blinked at the screen. “But what about us?” I smiled. “We’re going home, baby,” I whispered in her ear. Archie forgot that I was Sabrina Marcellus. And the Marcellus women didn’t beg for rings. And certainly not love after betrayal.

The world is full of corruption, tragedy, and disaster. Rape, murder, embezzlement, human trafficking. You name it. There is nothing humans won’t do for money, power or self-gratification. More than that it always seems that the downtrodden and the good-natured always suffer the most. The cherry on top? All this suffering is supposed to be rewarded in heaven when you die…if you make it there that is. Sounds ridiculous, right? Don’t worry you aren’t alone. My name is Jasmine Peters and I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired as the world around me crumbles while Sky Daddy watches from his ivory tower. I was cursed with the ability to read minds and now I’m owning this curse on my own terms and saving whoever I can with it. If God won’t help us… I will.Gabriel: I’ll never understand The Almighty’s infatuation with these creatures. Humans demand so much, but yet they give so little and whatever they are given they destroy. The audacity of this human especially leaves me particularly annoyed. She dares to defy divinity and scoffs in the face of The Almighty when it was divinity that has gifted her with the ability to do so in the first place. Only a creature as lost as a human would be given a gift and label it a curse. Nonetheless, as the hand of The Almighty, I will do as I am asked by tending the flock and heard this lost sheep back to pasture. As troublesome as she may be, I fear there is something much more sinister at play and she appears to be at the epicenter of this chaos.

Without my knowledge, Aileen—the daughter of Carlson Green’s first love—secretly lured my five-year-old daughter, Lena, deep into the Wolfsbane Forest. She told Lena there was treasure hidden in the forest. When a distress signal came from the forest, I rushed there with Carlson and the rescue team. The wolfsbane's poison spread silently, making it harder for Lena to breathe. She lay weak in the grass, her face pale, her heartbeat slowing down. Aileen, meanwhile, was sprawled on the path beside the wolfsbane. She only had a few scratches on her knees, but she was crying loudly. "Help me! It hurts so much!" I thought Carlson, the Alpha of the Moonshadow Pack and Lena’s father, would run into the forest to check on his own daughter. But he didn’t. Instead, he bent down, scooped Aileen into his arms, comforting her with care. His eyes were full of worry. "It’s okay now, Daddy’s here." I ran forward, my voice shaking. "Carlson! Lena is still in the wolfsbane grass! I can feel her breathing fading! Come with me to find her!" He only said calmly, "Lena is wearing my Moonstone Crystal. It protects her from wolfsbane. She will be fine. Aileen needs care and treatment more." The rescue vehicle left, taking Aileen and Carlson with it. I ran into the wolfsbane field and found Lena. She weakly tugged my hand. "Mom, don’t cry. It doesn’t hurt at all." "Daddy will come save me after he saves Aileen." Then she closed her eyes. And never breathed again. Even on the day of her funeral, Lena never got to see her father come to save her. Carlson Green, a life for a life. You, Aileen, and her mother will pay back everything you did to Lena—I’ll make you repay it a thousand times over.

BOOK ONE ~ I was born Vanessa Montgomery. But to be honest, I have always hated that name. ~ In a small fantasy world where loving your fellow gender is a crime that can get you arrested or worse, killed, Vanessa is asked to choose between going to jail or going to a home for 'getting better' and she might be a little bitch but she knew she would not survive a day in prison so getting better it was. Except if she knew what she was getting herself into, she would have gladly ran to prison and kissed the prison guard personally. In a place where each individuals name is changed into flavours that match their personality and are drawn to one another like magnets. Would she able to ignore the attractions that come out from her in waves for them or would she find herself tangled in a web of madness that she would never be able to escape from? WARNING: This is a polyamory/polyfidelity book with more than three characters having a relationship. There would be slight use of cuss words, mature content and basically everything that makes a book half smut and half fluff.

“I need to teach you a lesson for defying me,” Beau says, and in an instant, my leg drops down. He puts his other hand on my waist and lifts me off my chair. Landing perfectly on him, my eyes widen once I feel him against me. “Yes, darlin’, you are the reason for it. And tonight, you are going to satisfy it.” He holds me down, hunger in his eyes. “I’ll do no such thing,” I say, resisting the urge to grind my hips against him. My already is pressed against his hard length, and I find myself wanting to pull it out so he can fill me up to the hilt and make all my dreams a reality. “Oh, you will, and you are going to enjoy it.” **** Delilah Stephen is a young architect trying to make a name for herself without Daddy’s help. She is so close to achieving her goal when something unexpected happens. The investor meant to make her dreams a reality turns out to be someone Delilah wishes never to see again, Beau Williams. He is a handsome billionaire with a dangerous family. He broke Delilah’s heart seven years ago and is now back to win her. Delilah passionately hates Beau, so he has his work cut out for him. She refuses to forget the past, but Beau doesn’t give up. He will stop at nothing to make Delilah feel something for him after so many years. But for how long can he keep trying, and will he ever succeed?

Nineteen-year-old Tiffany Dion is daddy's little girl, and she would do anything to save her father's company, even if that includes getting married to a pompous show off who calls her a rude brat. Although her husband to be is currently top three among the world's youngest directors, Tiffany can't help but think that he's just childish and annoying. At first, they had it out for each other, fighting over the pettiest and darnest things, but after everything, they put aside their differences and let love lead them. But not without facing some obstacles in the way of their love. Shawn always comes to her rescue whenever she's in danger because she's his brat. Not anyone's but his.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

Ethan Walker, the complete definition of rude, arrogant and dangerously handsome. He listens to no one, and does things his way, the first and only son to Alex and Sage Walker, he's a spoilt rich brat. If there's anything about Ethan is that he hates sharing, no matter how minute it is, once it's his then he would rather hell freeze over than share it. But that changes when he is forced to share his parents love and attention with a strange girl. At 7 he already disliked this girl that stole his parents love and attention from him. And he vowed he would make her life a living hell. But is that the only reason he dislikes her? Ava Walker, the adopted daughter of Alex and Sage Walker, after trying for years to conceive after their first child with no luck, they opt in for adoption and they chose her. Shy, naive, beautiful and smart, Ava is forced to take the harsh and cruel words of her foster brother all the while making sure his parents don't find out because she'd hate to be the reason his parents scold him. Hurt by the fact that Ethan will never agree to calling her his sister or accepting her into the family, she is faced with a bigger challenge when things get complicated between them. Now one question keeps ringing in her head. Does Ethan really hate her? It's going to be a long ride for Ethan and Ava. Story contains explicit sexual content and a lot of smut

Talia works in a company, it’s a secret matching companies, they are known for BDSM matching, you can find your future submissive from any kind, training courses, clothing, toys, and anything you want or imagine. She saw many things, she saw all kind of BDSM relations, in one impulsive moment she decided to tries what she works in, and who else is better than her own friends to try with. That left her with a traumatic experience, she hate everything related to BDSM and being submissive, she’s neither, and if she could afford leaving this whole place she would. Marco, he’s a daddy dominant, a trainer, and recruiter, he had his eyes on a special girl in his workplace, he knew she’s a little even if she didn’t yet. He wants her, but is he too hurt and traumatized to accept what he have planned for her. This is my way to deal with my depression, read it if you want, I’ll be grateful for you. This is a DDLG/ABDL/CGL story, you’ve been warned. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.