Daddy Story Book Novels & Stories

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture. These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving. Darn it! Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe! Gosh!!! “Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.

Daddy. Daddy is the sweetest word of this world. Daddy gives us love, care, and protection. Our, mommy said our daddy lived far away. When we asked why did he live far away from us? Mommy said he was working there. And one day daddy will come back to us. He will bring a lot of toys for us. Saying this Ethan held Evans's hand and nodded at him. Evan smiled and spoke up," And daddy came back to us. But mommy lied to us. She said daddy will bring toys only but daddy brings happiness too. He plays with us. He gives us piggyback ride. He helps us to do our homework. Daddy is our hero. Daddy loves us very much.

The next day i still didn't have daddy in little activities i had dante who wasn't a daddy but i think deep down he want a little. My ass was still sore from my punishment and i was tired. I went to dante and sat with him most of the period , he offered to read me a story since i was bored. He was the best stroy teller ever , somehow i ended up in his lap listening to him read it wasn't just me, other littles were there too. I was too taken by the story to notice what i was doing , i was biting on his blazer sleeve , when the scary part came in the story i bit him hard.

“Uncle Billy read us stories. I didn’t even feel hungry.” Something warm and tight twisted in my chest. “He read you stories?” I asked. “Yes,” she said proudly. “Two books.” “Only two?” I teased gently. She giggled. “He wanted to go home after two.” I flipped the omelet carefully, pretending my hands weren’t trembling. “But?” “But Nataniel and Benjamin didn’t let him,” she continued, lowering her voice dramatically. “They grabbed his arms and said, ‘One more, Daddy.’” The word hit me unexpectedly.

She wanted to taste him so bad her mouth was practically watering. "Can I taste it, daddy?" Roe asked, her voice thick and trembling, practically drooling as her eyes remained glued to his heavy length. Elijah let out a low, gravelly chuckle, his dark gaze locked onto her ruined, begging expression. "Say no more... Daddy's cock is all yours tonight." He stepped away from the side of the table and walked with slow, deliberate strides until he stood directly at the head of the mahogany desk, towering right above her.

PREFACE Welcome to the dark and delicious world of Plunge In Deep, Daddy. Please note that this is not a sweet love story. This is raw, filthy, and unapologetically dirty. Expect intense Daddy kink, rough claiming, possessive obsession, breeding, and steamy scenes that will leave you breathless. Our heroines don't just fall for the older men but they get completely owned by them, body and soul. If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby.

“Yes, it is time to tell you everything I have learned since I became pregnant with you.” My eyes that were looking at the book in surprise snap up to my daddy face. I see and feel that sadness coming off of him as he looks at me. Confusing me even more than before. Holding my hand to my chest. “What was that daddy? What is that book?” I ask as he shakes his head to me. “Not yet. I will explain everything to you but in order to how it all happened.” He says with a sigh. Lifting his hand off of the book and picking up his teacup.

“Daddy, the ant is tiny,” Daisy said wobbly, smiling and pointing to the picture in the book Victor held. “Yes, it's tiny,” Victor said, yawning, his eyes half-closed from tiredness but he still had to read bedtime stories to his daughter. “Show me the grasshopper too.” Daisy said, flipping the pages of the book with her tiny hands while Victor helped her find it. She abruptly rose up from the bed and started jumping happily, “the grasshopper and the ant.” She kept repeating and laughing.

And daddy chuckles. “Mommy won’t be angry, and she loves daddy.” He whispers back. And I know she does. Mommy and daddy love each other sooooooo much. Daddy tells me the story about the king that found a girl in the forest and saved her. And I fall asleep thinking maybe it’s the daddy that saved mommy. -