Darling Dad Novels & Stories

dad said excitedly. Yeah let's go meet my dad's wife. Man my father is like a kid who just got candy from his nana. It's good to see dad like this it's been nearly 5 years now. Dad said I should go inside because he wants to get our things from the car. Just as I was about to knock a fucking goddess open the door like man she's got beautiful tanned skin,beautiful blue eyes you could drown in,small nose and full kissable lips. I didn't even realise I was staring nope scratch that admiring this goddess before me until she cleared her throat.

“It’s just I tried to lose my virginity all week, and then again tonight, to just get it over with. But the guy bailed when I told him. He wasn’t the first. That makes six times this week alone.” Eva’s expression softens as I finish, and she pulls out a small card from her bra, slipping it into my hand. “This? This is a number that can change everything. There’s a community of men who won’t just stay—they’ll want to guide you. The ‘daddies,’ as they call themselves,” she says with a wink. “Trust me, they don’t run. But make sure it’s what you want.” I look down at the number, my fingers pressing into the card’s edges, feeling its weight in my palm. The idea feels… different. Dangerous, even.

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

And that same maddeningly attractive face that had haunted my dreams, and I had visualized between thighs, now stood before me. Wearing a simple t-shirt that accentuated his sculpted muscles and paired with trousers, he could easily outshine any supermodel with just a single glance. I had to hold my breath so that the gasp didn't slip past my lips. "It's my daughter, Evelyn." Dad's voice made his lips part in what I could identify as astonishment. "Wait really?" He asked, looking heavily dumbfounded," She was so little then." Yeah, little but still capable enough to imagine your gorgeous face while masturbating......

"I saw it with my own eyes, Dad! You hugged her; she was the reason my mom could not make it to the party last night! She ruined everything for us! She's evil!" "Keep quiet, Daniel! That's not how to talk to your elders!" Darien snapped at him. "Look, you are even yelling at me? Uncle Henry never yelled at me! He used to be so kind and loving; he treats me so well and he never made Mom cry! I feel so bad for telling Mom to return with you! You have caused me so much pain!" Daniel jibbered. "Don't say that, Daniel; I'm your dad, but Daniel... He's not a good person; he tried killing me lots of times!" Darien told him.

"The girl fool, what's your plan of action for getting back with your girl?" "Who says I want to?" Damn he blushed just like his daughter. "Man up dog you want her or not?" "Daniel how old are you again?" "Sixty why?" Dad took a draw from his ever- present doobie. "What sixty year old do you know who talks like that?" "One of my orderlies keeps me up to date on the latest lingo among other things." He wriggled his brows at us. If I wasn't use to it my dad would be an embarrassment.

“You’re not his dad.” Skye grins at this. “Might as well be.” Dallas sees Skye looking around and he immediately gives him the other pole for the tent. “You’d make great dad though.” Skye freezes, his hand lingering in midair as he scans Dallas’s awfully cute face. Dallas blushes profusely under Skye’s scrutinizing gaze, the elder’s eyes enough to make him want to melt into a puddle right then and there. “No, stop staring.” He complains.

"Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years." That person froze. The entire office fell dead silent. The teacher looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, but she ultimately kept it to herself and placed my withdrawal application at the corner of her desk. I turned on my heel and left the office. The school corridor stretched out ahead of me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, creating a checkered pattern of light and dark across the linoleum floor. When I walked past the Wall of Fame, I caught the photograph prominently displayed in the center. My father, Ian Smith, stood to one side while his stepso