Father I Won't Do Anything Novel Novels & Stories

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

“Daddy Carlson! I don’t want to move!” Carlson reached for my wrist. “Katherine, let’s talk.” “You don’t want me to sell the house?” I shook him off and pointed outside. “Then go kneel at Lena’s grave and beg for forgiveness.” “Start at the cemetery gate. Walk to her tombstone on your knees. With every step, bow your head to the ground.” “If you do that,” I looked at their pale faces and smirked, “maybe I’ll consider letting you stay one more night.”

All the things I had just packed were opened up and flung carelessly on the floor. "Justine! What right do you have to ask for a divorce from my son? You're just a rural girl from the countryside! If it weren't for Cameron liking you, could you have lived such a good life for so many years? "We've had to provide for you for so many years, and now you want a divorce! If you want to divorce, you have to pay back all the money Cameron has spent on you over the years!" Betty screeched. Ronald Zucker, my father-in-law, piped up from the side, "You even aborted Cameron's child! That was the grandson we had been waiting for for three years! How could you be so heartless?"

The weight of being constantly monitored and controlled by his father's security detail hangs heavily upon him. Upon their arrival at the mansion, Jay steps out of the SUV to find his father, David Nashville, standing before him. A smirk forms on his father's face, accompanied by a subtle wink, as if to suggest that he orchestrated this turn of events. However, Jay responds to this gesture with a roll of his eyes, dismissing his father's attempt at camaraderie. The tension between father and son is palpable, their relationship marked by a complex mixture of resentment, rebellion, and a longing for understanding. Jay's refusal to acknowledge his father's wink reflects his determination to ass

Father says glaring right at Nick. Fucking great, he just made another decision for him. Nick is quiet as he pulls out another cigarette to light it. He won't do it and he won't say it to my father. " I won't do it. I can't do it. I don't want a fucking wife and I'm not ready to settle with Athena." Damn, he just stood up to our father. That's so unlike Nick. They're like best friends. He listens to father even if father is just spitting out horseshit.

"You're probably wondering how I know you. I'll tell you. There is very little my son does that I'm not completely aware of. I know you're the.... Thing keeping him entertained since we moved to this town. I've allowed it" I'm the thing? Keeping Roman entertained? He's allowed it? I digest all these words and a thought pops into my head. My boyfriend's father is a grade A asshole. Surprise, surprise. I don't respond to his words because what could I possibly say? I'm not a thing, sir?

My father quickly grabs hold of the doorknob and I can't help but notice his eyes glowing with some hidden victory. I realize I don't want to know why. ——— Please vote ⭐️ 🥰

Ian let go of her arm, and she took a step back. "Ian, what's wrong with you? Why are you treating me like this?" Nova asked, tearing up. Ian felt annoyed. He was not happy with the way his life was going. "You know I don't like you, then why don't you just break up and tell your dad? Why did he even inform my dad of this useless thing? Now my father wants me to keep it going." A gleam came into Nova's eyes. She reached for his hand. "Isn't it a good thing? He likes me for you. I think your mom likes me too. We have a bright future together."

My father had been a line in that book, and I was the sequel. "Then don't ever tell me you love me again," I said, my voice steady despite the shaking in my hands. "Because owners don't love what they own. They just maintain it." I walked past them, my shoulder brushing Ilya's arm. Neither of them tried to stop me this time. They just stood there in the dust of their father's library, holding the evidence of their family's g reed, while I walked out into the rain.

“By the way, the guy by the bar is staring at your ass. Congratulations, you’re still hot, even while dying inside.” “Pick a new hobby,” Ava says. “Preferably one that doesn’t involve narrating my ass.” Riley leans in, eyes flicking over the crowd. “I’d love to. But right now, my main hobby is **spotting threats**. And your father just walked in with the mayor, so I’d say the evening is about to slide straight into ‘unsafe’ anyway.” Ava’s spine stiffens as she catches sight of Vince Moretti making his entrance.