Games Like Mad Father Novels & Stories

Two can play the game. I smiled softly, "sure, dad. It's okay. I understand,” "I'm not mad at mom,”

It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed. The suffocating pain made my vision blur black at the edges. "Ginny! Daddy's here! Wake up!" I screamed until my throat tore, snatching up a brick from the ground and slamming it against the driver-side window. A loud crack split the air. Spider web fractures spread across the glass. The moment she saw me smashing the window, Shanon's shrill voice pierced the air. "Leomund! Have you lost your mind?"

The man was insane, but he was hot. "What is there to think about?" Amadeo asked, interrupting my ridiculous thoughts. "You can either take the deal or face the consequences." "Considering you want to be my Daddy, how bad could the consequences be?" I mumbled. "What? Do I get a time out?" Amadeo's grip on my chin tightened, his nails digging into my skin and forcing an embarrassing whine from my lips before I growled right back at him. Okay, he's hot but he's pissing me off. Take your goddamn hands off of me.

“Like a real actual dad who can do stuff with me?” I laughed softly through my tears. “Yes, sweetheart, a real actual dad.” The excitement on his face grew even stronger. “Does he like football and sports and fun stuff?” I could not stop smiling despite the tears. “Yes, I think he likes most of those things.” Jim immediately sat up a little straighter. “Does he like video games and racing games too?” I laughed softly. “I am fairly certain he does.” His grin became even wider. “What about superhero movies and action movies?”

He was trying to rip them off but I didn't back down either. "Y-You're just l-like your sick brother, only loves to r-rattle your s-saber but that w-won't deter me from speaking the t-tr-truth. Despite b-being a Ma-Mafia, y-you had to drug me because y-you didn't had the balls to fight with a-an ordinary woman. T-That itself shows how much p-pitiful your li-life i-is-AHH!!"

Then Madarshi with a daring face pointed the dagger on his chest and said, “You were right, father. Mom surely was a formidable foe for you. But you were wrong about you winning against her. You know why? Because, she gave birth to your doom and that will be me…!” Just after that, I saw some red fluid sprinkling all over. Made me understood that father’s game was all over too.

She asks, her nose nuzzling my cheek. I laugh, and after some time she gently places me on the floor. Her attention back to her food. I clap my hands, as I play while she rounds up her cooking. I hear father come out the room, nose sniffing the air. "Oliver stop sniffing, River will imitate it." She scolds him from the kitchen. Dad's face goes slack for a moment, and I burst into a loud pearl of laughter. His eyes suddenly glisten with mischievousness as he picks me up.

Daddy’s mood doesn’t change easily. But of course they knew who would easily make their father’s self-control disappear. Mommy! “Mommy, I want a doll in the claw machine.” Mika pointed to a row of claw machines with little dolls inside. The little girl pulled Fay over there. Meanwhile, Mike also called out to his father. “Daddy, I want one too. Daddy can definitely get more dolls.” Then also dragged the man’s arm following Fay and Mika. “It’s all about strategy and precision. You don’t have to be smart or have big muscles to get the dolls.” Fay glanced at Cade who was facing the claw machine next to her. That line was a sarcasm for Cade.

Dad went insane. He started hallucinating. He always felt that I was hiding in some corner of the house, holding a pen, waiting to give him points. He started forcing himself to live according to the points system. But he reversed the rules. Before, it was rewards. Now, it was all punishment. If he woke up late in the morning, he would slap himself. "Lazy, -10 points." If he dropped food while eating, he would poke his thigh with a needle. "Wasting food, -20 points."

she blurts out, her voice sharp. “Lila.” Father says, his tone a warning. Her lips press into a thin line, but the uneasiness in her eyes is unmistakable. “Yes, I agree the games are quite dangerous, but the strong will persevere.” Father says, letting out a small sigh. “I’ve given this much thought, and I’ve chosen you, Lila.” Lila’s reaction is immediate. She shoots out of her seat, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. “You can’t be serious!” she exclaims, her voice rising. “You expect me to go into a competition I might not make it out alive from?”