Father In Law Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dad groaned. "I think you should do what Mom says," I said. Dad looked me in the eyes while Brandon is still teasing my Dad. Dad then let out a heavy sigh. "Call me in case of emergency," he said. "And you!" He points the finger at Brandon. "Yes, father-in-law?" Brandon said. "Shut the fuck up and stop calling me father-in-law! If you would do something to my son, I swear to God. I will kill you," Dad gritted his teeth.

My father has been long dead and I never even knew. “Who are you?” I asked, then decided that it may not even be a person so I asked… “What are you?” He took no offence in being referred to as a thing in my question, he just laughed. “I’m your brother in law.” He replied to me with a smug tone like he was enjoying my ignorance. “I have to say, I’m hurt that you could forget about me. Even if I’m in your father’s body, you should remember what my presence feels like at least. And I’m disappointed in you brother…”

“That's my father”, Adrian responded bewildered. He turned to the excited old man and raised a questioning brow. “Oh my! You look just like him”, the farmer responded hastily “Where is he now?”. Adrian felt confused, but obviously, the old man seemed acquainted with his father in the past. “He is late, he died ten years ago”, Adrian responded. The farmer’s countenance dwindled. “I am sorry, he was such a good man”, the farmer affirmed. “How are you acquainted with him?”, Adrian questioned curiously.

“Crawl the fuck to me. Right here. And take this huge cock into your mouth like a fucking good girl.” I hitched a breath so sharp it felt like swallowing glass. There he was, my father-in-law, a man I had only ever seen in tailored suits and stony expressions, now standing before me as a primal god. His command hung in the air, a challenge and a promise, while his hand was wrapped around the source of my every secret obsession. His thick, large, veiny cock.

Eyes that didn't soften when they met mine—no, they sharpened, tracking my every breath. My heart slammed against my ribs as recognition set in. Damian Sterling. My powerful, enigmatic father-in-law. The man who had spent three years studying me with quiet, intense dark eyes from across formal dinner tables. The man whose mere presence had always made me hold my breath. He looked far younger than his years, effortlessly commanding and lethal. The last time I had seen him was three months ago at Ethan's and my third anniversary party. Right now, he wasn't looking at me like I was a broken wife. He was looking at me as if I were the only person in the room.

What a fool I have been! Does he laugh whenever I leave for work first thing in the morning, when I come back with dinner, and apologize for taking a long time? I started laughing before I could stop myself, I laughed because it was funny that I was so stupid. "Mackenzie" His father called in a worried tone. "I'm okay, your son really did a number on me but it's okay" I fought hard to keep my tears at bay. That piece of shit!

“Straight to the point, right? Like father, like son.” Mathias meets the old man’s eyes with total indifference. Clearing his throat, Mr. Robinson continues. “It’s been a while since your father disinherited you.” Mathias keeps his cool but wonders where the hell this is coming from after all those years. His father, Alexander Raptis, had threatened to reject Mathias when he learnt that his only son wanted to marry a peasant girl from a lower class. Mathias knew that his father hadn’t made that decision himself.

I have tried my best to get that father and son relationship and since they don’t want it , I am just going to play and act dumb , till I get all the things that I really want . My father didn’t like me and that is something that I am so sure of . If he loved me that much then he wouldn’t think of marrying my ex the moment he finds out that I had fucked that girl , he should have been on his knees running , but no , my father could be a pest if he wanted to and I know that he just wants to show me that he actually doesn’t care about me . The things that he do , actually do not matter to me , I have so many things that I could think of and allow but the last one that I will never allow is me

“Tell me it’s not true. Are you truly in a relationship with him?” I folded my arms across my chest and narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t see how it’s any of your concern whether it’s true or not,” I told him simply. He scowled at me, and I could see the pure anger on his face as his lip curled in disgust. “Because he’s going to be my father-in-law!” He nearly hissed, spit flying from his mouth. “Don’t you see how fucked up that is! I can’t believe you are having a relationship with him!”

Then the low, familiar voice I knew from every Sunday dinner and every proud speech. “Room’s busy. What’s going on in here, Damon?” My stomach dropped so hard I nearly threw up. That voice. My father. Then another man laughed. “Looks like we’re just in time.” “Then we should join in,” my father said, his voice thick with hunger. “This is the kind of feast I like.” ***** I froze completely. Eleven men had already used me. My pussy was sloppy, dripping with their cum, and now my own father in law was standing there with his trousers dropping, his thick, heavy, matured cock bouncing free into the air, already half-hard and veiny.