Dream Daddy Dadsona Novels & Stories

After a long moment, Damien finally spoke, his voice hoarse, low, and heavy with oppressive force: “I already knew about that long ago. Did you really think that just because you told that woman to keep it secret, she would actually keep it for you?” “W-What?” Emma looked at him in bewilderment. Damien gripped her chin tightly, a smile of amusement curling his lips as he spoke with mockery and disdain: “My dear daughter, what am I going to do with you? So naïve and foolish. Do you really believe you can survive and leave your daddy? Do you really think you’re so capable that you can go wherever you please? My daughter, do you truly think daddy wouldn’t know anything?” His laughter spilled ou

I took his genes, so I was surprised as to why I got the august call. “Derrick, I just got a call from Mr Sinclair”. God damn it, why does this mess have to be so tangled up, why did Diana come back into the city?, why did my mother send her my office address?. I kept repeating these questions in my head. “He says you should be at the hospital, your mother and I are headed over there now to know the situation of things”, “I will meet you there, son”. I got off the phone and made a disgruntled noise. Mr Sinclair couldn’t get through to me, so he had to use a ploy to get me, a ploy that I’ll never decline.

The man thunders spitting blood out of his mouth. “ Donald Toms ..... Long time no see ” Lord Royale D'embert calls drawing his attention . He stares menacingly at him and then his face became expressionless making Donald unable to decipher his next action . “ You dare come into my fuckin' den to give my money after fleeing when It was past the date for payment . You dare step your filthy feet in my territory ...... You are a dead meat . ” Lord D'embert growls lowly . “ I am here to take my wife and daughter . Here is your money .” Donald replies dangling a bag loosely in Lord D'embert's face.

DAMSON The expansive mansion was a stunning sight to behold. It had towering columns, long winding staircases and fountains that lay vast across the lawn. Running up the stairs, he entered his father’s room and saw him lying on the sheets looking so calm. Mr Holland was a powerful man with a heavy build. Sharp jaws and piercing eyes which he passed on to his only son, Damson. Seeing him lying helplessly like that cut at his heart. He wasn't ready for this. Since he wasn't the closest person to his father, death was the last thing he wished him.

“I miss Daddy so much. Daddy, am I not your favorite little princess anymore?” “You are Daddy’s favorite princess, there is no question about that.” Damian immediately said. He really hated to see his daughter cry, and seeing that she was fighting back her tears like a brave girl, Damian felt his heart torn into pieces. Tasha looked at her father and continued with her theatrics, “Then why is daddy not home? It has been so many days, and you haven’t come home. Don’t you want me and mommy anymore?”

Terrence was a smart man. He knew that if I walked away unsatisfied today, the Fosters would hereby be finished. After a brief moment of consideration, he chose to sacrifice one piece to save the whole. He pointed at Joyce. "From now on, freeze all the assets under this ungrateful child's name. Then, send her to our subsidiary in Afreya. Without my permission, she is not allowed to come back." Joyce broke down. "I'm your daughter, Dad! How could you dispose of me because of an outsider?"

He is 6'8 in height and with a muscular body, he looks so dashing when he came into the university wearing suits. He is the elder child of his parents and heir of an empire. His father Simson Paul is a multi-billionaire with many multinational companies inside and outside the country. They have restaurants, hotels, clubs and ports... Damien is twenty-five. He was very concentrated on his studies but after an uneventful condition. He has to look after his business. At a very young age, he had seen his father getting on the verge of death. A year ago, Simson paul got a heart attack and went into a coma. Damien was so scared, he was so worried about his father. Damien took care of his father da

I called her name again, *what's going on? “I can’t say, your dad wanted to tell you.” She then started to gather my belongings packing them in the bag laying open on my bed. I cleaned my pufffy eyes and slowly headed out to go downstairs as I left her still packing my stuff. As soon as I entered our dining room, I immediately knew what was happening. There was two other men with my father, one the same age as my father and I could recognize him anywhere. Damian, the most feared man in our region. His reputation proceeded him, he killed anyone who dared go against his orders, he was the biggest druglord and rumor had it, his oldest son Salvatore was set to take over his empire as he was thin

Hades reluctantly passes our daughter to my father who holds her with tears shimmering in his eyes. "Hello, baby," he croons, "I'm your granddaddy Daxton but you can call me Dax," he said, stroking her head and kissing her softly on the cheek. "Give her here," Damien argued, "I want a turn. I told you she would be a girl," he added triumphantly at me.

This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son! "Yes, daddy!" I gasped sharply when he slash the kiss, and we both gazed at each other piercingly. Mr. Reagan's traveled to my thighs and he slipped into my pant, he flicked his fingers as he sorted for my pussy. Before I could say a word; he thrust his two strong fingers into my pussy. "Ow!" I moaned, my hands settling on his broad shoulders as he molested my pussy. Causing a series of emotions mixed with sensation to flush through my veins, the adrenaline was too much!