Gonner Daddy Im A Zombie Romane & Geschichten

“Since they gave Antonio a death sentence, I’m guessing the ones under his command are out after revenge.” “You think so?” I ask. The late-night chill is sending unpleasant goosebumps up my arms, and the odorous stench of flesh and blood wafts through my nostrils. I wouldn’t say I like it. “Or maybe your father let these zombies through?” Zoya shrugs and tries to wipe off a zombie’s melted brain into the snow. The goo got stuck beneath her shoe. “You were kidnapped, so its only natural for him to plan a revenge,”

Dad sat hunched in a corner, unshaven, his eyes sunk deep into his face. He hadn't eaten in three days. It wasn't that there was nothing to eat. He simply couldn't get it down. Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was the rust water that had filled my stomach. Mom stared at Dad's face and suddenly screamed. "Stay back! Stay back!" She grabbed a vase off the table and hurled it at him. It shattered at his feet. "Have you lost your mind?" Dad leapt up and shouted. "You're a zombie! You ate Cali!"

I wanted the marks. He threw his head back, groaning harder as his cum came close. “Fuck! I’m gonna nuts inside you bunny, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered in my ears, sending shivers down my spine until I was getting close. “Yes daddy, I'm cumming,” I cried as I bucked my hips faster against his dick. “Make a mess on daddy’s cock bunny, cum on that cock,” he ordered. His dirty words sent me aback until I spilled all my cum on his cock. I caught his lips so hard to stop my moan, and he kissed me back.

"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!

"Daddy... he came into my room again, Mama. He kept saying I was beautiful... he wouldn't stop touching me even though I begged him to stop... hic.... Why do you always bring these monsters into our home? Why do they only want my body?" She buried her face in her mother’s chest, hiding a sharp, triumphant smirk. Behind those pitiful sobs, she was already mapping out her next move. These men were just trash to be discarded, and Lona was the queen holding all the cards. But she had no idea that Stepfather Number Five was a different breed entirely. Revanyounger, devastatingly handsome, and possessing a heart carved from ice—was already waiting to turn her little game upside down.

Maya Hart's POV "I wish I had a new mummy! I want a new mummy! Someone who isn't weak and broken!" The anger in my seven-year-old son's voice hit me harder than any physical blow. Leo stood right in the center of the school courtyard, his small hands curled into tight fists. After he screamed those heartbreaking words, his chest heaved with a young werewolf’s hot temper. I didn't know if he wanted everyone to hear. But they did. Every pack member lingering after the final bell heard him perfectly.

I cried out, gripping the sheets tightly. He set a punishing rhythm immediately, hips snapping against my ass with powerful strokes. The wet, obscene sound of his cock driving through the mess in my hole filled the entire bedroom. “From now on, this is your morning routine,” Aiden growled, one hand gripping my collar like a leash. “Wake up. Suck Daddy’s cock. Get bred. Then you stay plugged for the rest of the day until I want you again.” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

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—”