Dc Young Fly Dad Novels & Stories

After Liberty went on a business trip, Duncan clearly told Sonny that in the future, when he missed his mother, he could take Duncan’s private plane and fly to where she was on a business trip to see her. At that time, he thought Duncan was a really good man, even better than his father. Every time his dad saw him, even though he treated him well, he liked to speak ill of Dunc in front of Sonny, making Sonny feel that his dad was not that great. Dunc was not a bad person. Dad, Granddad, Grandmom, and Aunt all think he was just a three-year-old who did not understand anything, but actually, he understood everything.

How else was he supposed to continue his reign of tyranny in Swallowston if he did not do so? On the other hand, Dylan did not seem to realize just how frightened his father was at that moment. Instead, he looked at Adrian with the same arrogant expression he had before and yelled, “Who the f*ck do you think you are?! We’ll kill you for killing my father’s men!” Dylan had grown up pampered. He thought that his father would be able to make any situation he got himself into disappear. This was why he never knew the real meaning of fear. Realizing that Dylan was going to say something else, Bucky hurriedly pulled his son aside, afraid that the situation would continue to blow up.

Hot tears slipped free. Mom smoothed my hair. "It's okay, baby. You can cry—holding it in only makes it worse." "I don't want to," I lied, and a sob escaped anyway. Dad held me tighter and let me cry without questions, his silence a kind of shelter. Still, a thought flickered through me — if Ryatt ever crossed him, even in a nightmare, he'd be dead meat. *** It was weird that I still liked watching Cinderella. Even weirder that Dad still enjoyed it with me.

"Don't worry, Amy. Jasper is Asher's only child. I'll protect him. I'll take him with me right now. As for the rest… I'll leave it to you and Felix!" After Delia left, Felix and I, with my nerves stretched tight, handled the rest of Asher's funeral arrangements. Once everything was done and we returned home, it felt as if all the strength in my body had drained away at once. I couldn't even lift a finger. Right then, Billy ran to me excitedly, holding up a certificate. "Mommy, the teacher said I've improved! I got a certificate!" I ruffled his hair, but before I could speak, Dad's voice suddenly rang out again.

They looked up when I walked in. "Wow, honey, you look nice," Dad said. "Hot date tonight?" "Just friends," I said, and caught the way Marcus's lips curved into a knowing smile. David stood to refresh his drink, using the movement to get closer. His hand landed on my waist—a gesture that would look innocent to my father but felt like a brand on my skin. His thumb stroked once, a promise, before he let go. "Have fun tonight, Ashlynn," he said, his grey eyes holding mine. "I hope you get everything you're looking for."

Thankfully, the cuffs were leather cuffs so it wasn't hurting. As soon as I was close to finishing with my climax, daddy began moving. His thrusts were hard, deep and rough. "Daddyyyyyy!!!" I screamed as he took me with furiously. Fine! That was it! There was no hope that I was going to be able to walk tomorrow. No hopes for me at all. His hips slammed into mine, driving me deeper into the bed with every fucking thrust. My head spinned and my toes curled as I moaned his name.

The old man said and smiles at me which I find now super creepy. Fuck! Even if he gives me all his assets I still don't want to be his boy for a month. I don't need his money. Until now, I still have the black card that Luciano gave me and I can use it and spend it whenever I want. I didn't use the black card though and instead of living like a rich kid, I did a part-time job as a waiter here in La Lena Cafe. I’m trying to live my life as simple as I can be. I want to experience a normal teenager’s life. I want to spend all the money that I really worked for. I don't know but I feel an insurmountable joy and happiness at the thought that I am using my hard-earned money and it's not coming fr

Jun batted her eyes, an attempt to sweeten me. "Okay... give me a sec..." I didn't have any picture of my father, so i had to search for one on the net. There were plenty of good ones, I downloaded a few and sent three to her. In two he was in his power suits, one he was in his General of the army uniform. He is no longer a General, but will always be remembered as one. It didn't even take three seconds before Jun's exaggerated squeals and gasps filled the room.

My heart fluttered when I saw Taylor send the link I was waiting for. Faye brought her head closer, so I watched the video with her. Pictures of Darcy and Blaze when they were dating appeared on the screen. A few photos showed their intimacy before ending with a shabby but still readable note. 'I'm sorry, Dave. I had to sign that letter. I begged Dad not to sue you, but I'm just a kid. Please, don't hold a grudge against me. Our child is gone. I can't possibly raise him alone. Take care of yourself. Darcy, your honeybunny.'

There was a pleasant laugh from Daff when she nodded, “She suggests the most outrageous swimming challenges.” Something about her tone of voice that indicated happy and silly memories put Daryl in a warm mood. “What about your dad? You guys go together on your trips?” Daryl couldn’t help the question. Daff’s father seemed so mysterious and out of reach and yet, so closely related to the entire situation. Daff nodded, “My dad is always close. Sometimes, he grows really frail spending too much time at the cottage and has to recuperate by flying back into the woods.” “Flying, right.” Daryl looked over to give Beryl a look as if to say there was only so much she could take in a day.