Damn Papa You A Rare Breed Novels & Stories

My father says, full of sarcasm, and theatrical gestures of his hands. “Cut the crap Papa, you know why I am here. Now where are they?”I say with a bored tone. My Papa’s red eyes flick to Maddox as a slow nasty smile slides over his face. “Why, Lyra, you brought home a pet. Never take you are the dog type” He taunts Maddox trying to get a reaction, before my mate can say anything, i grab his hand. I smile at the shock on my fathers face as he spots our hands as I lace our fingers together.

Papa said sighing sadly. “I have listened to every song of yours. I have the whole collection of it. I have read the messages your fans post for you. Whenever I listened those songs I used to feel disappointed that I stopped you from achieving your dream. I used to think that girl as you but I never knew that was actually you. But When I see all this I feel that I made the wrong decision. But hearing the truth, I am so happy for you my little princess. ” Papa continued. His eyes were filled with tears. I can’t see my strong papa so vulnerable. I hate to see tears in his eyes.

My father says taking a sip of his scotch. “Is Amara beta or a gamma? It doesn’t matter to me, I’m just curious how it works for bastards.” I have to admit this shitty situation is an interesting one. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of a bastard pup who wasn’t abandoned by both parents. Amara’s mom kept her and fooled her mate. I wonder how many other pups there are like Amara, left to live with their parent’s sins.

"But how about you?" "I will be fine." "But Mama. I don't want to stay here anymore. I was so scared last night. What if he'll hurt you again? We need to escape from here. Who is my Papa? Maybe we can ask for help from Papa's relatives or help from the police? I heard that bad guy say my Papa's name is Zachary ." "Yes, your Papa is Zachary, Zachary Anderson ." "Zachary Anderson? The son of Zoren Anderson, the owner of Anderson corporation?"

Father and son are both rude and dumb. Whitney looked down at Jimmy and said, “You rude boy! I told you not to call me fatty again! My name is Whitney not fatty!” Jimmy opened his mouth wide open just like his father had done earlier. “What! This...This...This is fatty!,” he exclaimed and then he turned to Maverick and cried out, “Dad! What did you do to fatty!? Bring fatty back right now!!! I want fatty!!!” Maverick was stunned by his sudden outburst while Whitney glared at the short rude boy.

But with Adrian’s cock buried so deep and his scent all over me, the words tumble out anyway. “I’m yours, Daddy! Only yours right now. My pussy is yours. My body is yours. Please don’t stop owning me…” He unmuted the call and ended it with one last cruel line to her about putting pups in me. The second the phone went dead he flipped me onto my back, spread my legs so wide it almost hurt, and slammed back inside me like an animal. I screamed. I cried. I came so hard my vision went white. “Daddy I love you, Daddy don’t stop, Daddy I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours”

"Why don't you give importance to my words? Why are you avoiding this matter again and again? Why do you pretend not to understand the importance of my words even when you do understand? Don't you understand that your grandson needs a mother in his life? Jennifer is the birth mother of our grandson. And no one will love our grandson as much as she loves him. Even if someone tries, she can't love him that much, even if she wants to. That is why I want to get our son married. I know that if you ask our son to marry Jennifer, he will agree to marry her"

“So tight. So wet. So desperate to be filled by your Daddy. You know how wrong this is? You know if anyone found out… if your mom walked in right now and saw me about to split her daughter open with my cock… what would she say? What would she think of her perfect little girl, lying here spread wide, dripping and begging for her stepfather’s cum?” “Nothing matters,” I sobbed, tears were running down my face, mixing with the pleasure. “Nothing matters but you… only you… I don’t care how wrong it is… I love it… I love being your dirty secret… please Daddy… please fill me up… ruin me… breed me… I need it—” That word, breed, broke the last piece of him. His eyes turned completely black, and fera

He got up and stretched as he gave a self-satisfied smirk. Dare bent his head briefly, then raised it to look at his friend, whose back was turned to him. "So, that's the reason you chose to drink yourself to your death, eh?! Because your father sent for you?!" Dare got up, angry and tired of his friend's numerous childish tantrums. "Grow up, man! Babies don't get married, only real men do!" he spat at Dapo, as he turned Dapo around to face him.

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."