Gonner Daddy Im A Zombie Novels & Stories

"Why is it so loud this early..." His voice was cut off. On the screen back in the bunker, Julian's pupils widened. He froze as if someone had cast a curse on him. The once-bustling downtown streets had become a hellscape. Burning vehicle wrecks were everywhere. Torn flesh and innards littered the ground, and hundreds, maybe thousands, of bloodstained zombies staggered through the streets. One zombie lay sprawled on the hood of a sedan, greedily gnawing on a human leg.

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

Her fingers tightened around mine. “David is not your real father.” My entire world stopped. The words hit me so hard that I physically staggered backward. “No…” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I was going to tell you when the time was right.” I stared at her blankly. Nothing around me felt real anymore. Not the basement. Not the men upstairs. Not even myself. “What do you mean he’s not my real father?” Before she could answer— A loud gunshot exploded through the speakers. BANG!

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.

father is raising his weapon and not striking it 1st due to another zombie came and forcing its way to our broken door! *BAG!* the door has been destroyed and fall down after that the 2 zombies now are rushing towards us!! both zombies are rushing to my father and the only thing I can do is watch Papa strikes the head of the zombie but there we're 2 zombies and the other one is launching itself at the side of my father! I want to move my body but it was frozen by fear, as the zombies are slowly pushing my father all I can do was to stare... "PAPA!!!"- Dessa

tears begin to drop, my dad uses his hands to clean my tears "I'm okay, you don't have to worry am fine now" "Am glad to hear that dad" Johnny added "Am ou are okay Uncle D, was it the Goblin that did this to you?" My dad replies"Yes Johnny, his more complicated than I thought, got the Zombies under his control, I don't know what to do or how to go about it" My mum clears her throat "Well you would think about it, for now, Rita has school" "Can't I just stay home today, I mean dad is awake, we should celebrate"

Screams tore through the B2 level. Martha and I bolted for the stairs. Marcus stumbled behind. The smell of blood hit us like a wall. In the makeshift chapel, Sister Catherine was on her knees before the cross. A bloody hole gaped in her neck. A zombie was hunched over her, greedily tearing at her flesh. It had crawled in through an air vent. “Oh God…” Marcus retched. I grabbed a nearby iron chalice and slammed it into the zombie’s head.

“I can smell how fucking turned on you are. You like it when they know exactly what you are, my collared cum dump.” I whimpered softly, pressing back against the hard line of his cock through his trousers. “It makes me feel so small… but it turns me on so much, Daddy.” Aiden’s hand slid down to squeeze my ass possessively. “Good. Because that’s exactly how it should be. You were made to be owned.” The real threat appeared near the end of the evening. Victor Lang approached us again, this time with a different expression, sharper, hungrier, more dangerous.

She opened the door. Her name was Amara Bennett. Her uniform was plain, shoes scuffed, hands rough from hard work. Exhaustion weighed on her shoulders like invisible chains. She had arrived early that morning for her first shift as a hotel cleaner, eager to prove herself, though life had given her little mercy. Her mother had died recently, and her father, Samuel Bennett, was in the hospital, his life hanging by a thread. Bills piled high, and Amara needed every chance, every extra shift, to save him. She forced a polite smile. “Good evening, sir. I—”

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