Harry Styles Daddy Novels & Stories

I asked him instead of answering his question. "Harry told me about it." Benedict's unequivocal response caused me to look at him with horror. I was hoping that he would say that he was just joking but then by the looks on his face, it looks like Benedict is serious. I can't help but feel a little bit worried for Benedict knowing that he talks to Harry. I'm sure he knows that Harry is a gangster and if in some unfortunate event, Harry got his interest in Benedict then that would be the end of his happy life in senior high. I'm not exaggerating but rumors are circulating around the school that if Harry got an interest in someone, he never stops making that someone's life miserable.

"GG is also Harley's Daddy. GG and Daddy are both really nice to Harley… Can't I have both GG and Daddy?" The mention of Gerald made a flicker of darkness pass through Lucien's eyes. That man had been with Cynthia for six years—six years in the role that should have been his. The very thought of it made Lucien's chest tighten. But he couldn't show that emotion in front of their son. He ruffled Harley's hair and spoke with deliberate gentleness. "GG is your godfather. But Daddy is the one who made you with Mommy. That's different. One day, GG will have his own wife and kids. But Daddy will only ever have you and Mommy. Daddy can play with you every day and buy you anything you want."

“Now, tell me your plans for today. And don’t forget to call me Sir when we’re alone.” I try to steady my breathing. “I planned to sketch by the lake this morning, Sir. Then maybe swim later.” “Excellent. Wear another short dress with nothing underneath when you go outside. I want easy access whenever I decide to check on my new toy.” He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “And Harper?” “Yes, Sir?” His eyes lock onto mine with dark promise. “If I catch you touching yourself without permission, the punishment will be memorable. Now finish your coffee and get to work. Daddy has calls to make… but I’ll be watching.”

Her bangs fell over her eyes, blocking half her view, but doing absolutely nothing to reduce the number of complaints coming out of her mouth. “Higher!” Poppy pointed at the crown of her head. “I want the ponytail here. The CEO one.” “CEO ponytail?” Hazel murmured, resting her elbow against the window. “Who taught her that term?” “Daddy,” Poppy answered instantly. “Daddy says high ponytails are ‘bossy hair.’” “Daddy also says CEOs don’t yell at their stylists,” I added, eyes still on the road. “If you yell again, Mommy will ask Salma to cut your hair short like Daddy’s.”

DAISY "Fuck... You fucking know I can't help it" Daddy groaned, a snap in his tone before he suddenly turned me around. I gasped at how sudden it was but smiled right after. The smile didn't last long though as he wasted no time in pulling up the dress I was wearing to reveal my panties. Pulling the dress up enough for it to be in my face, he whispered roughly into my ears. "Open your mouth" I did just as daddy said, opening my mouth and letting him stuff my mouth with my clothing. I bit down on the dress, holding my dress up for him as he moved his hand back down to my panties.

The style was outdated, but her smile was brighter than anything I'd seen in years. The three of us sat together on a bench outside the hospital waiting for our rideshare. Dad looked at the thick stack of paid medical bills in his hands. Then he looked at the bag stuffed with imported nutritional supplements beside him. After a long moment, he sighed and reached for Mom's calloused hands. "Ruby, you've been through so much." Mom jumped and immediately tried to pull away. "Jayden, what are you talking about?" Dad smiled. Fine wrinkles had appeared around his eyes, but there was only gentleness in them.

“Yes, Daddy. Help her wash the tomatoes and cut the meat. That’s what Uncle Harry does.” Aaron’s heart dropped to his feet. Alarm bells went off in his head as he recalled that Tessa had received a call from Harry the last time he saw her. He furrowed his brows as he looked at the two kids. “Who’s Uncle Harry?” “He is mommy’s friend but if you don’t work hard to win mommy’s heart, he might become our Daddy,” Reagan remarked seriously. His little face was flushed and he had a twinkle in his eyes after meeting his father for the first time.

"Harry? Everything okay, baby?" "Mommy!" Harry's voice beams through the speaker. "Guess what? Daddy made pancakes! And Grandma told me a funny story about a frog who thought it was a prince!" Here we go again. I knew it was going to be him, because Adrian wouldn't want to talk to me. I can't help but smile. "Wow, sounds like you're having the best morning. Did you eat enough? No tummy ache?" "Three pancakes, Mommy! I'm strong like Daddy now!"

Harry suddenly moved away, taking a sit on his lap as he went back to hugging him. This made Ray chuckle. "Are you sure you don't want anything from daddy?" Ray asked, still not understanding why his son was being too clingy and affectionate to him. He usually does this when he wants chocolates or sweets. "Harry just wants daddy to feel better." Harry mumbled. Ray wasn't able to understand him. "What do you mean? Daddy's fine." He said, looking down on his son to see his face. "Harry could tell you're sad." Harry stared at Ray with his doe eyes.

By then I had become quite confused. “No, I'm not. Why?” “My mummy said my daddy is from Hogwarts.” He replied, pouting. “O-okay…" I was trying to figure out the situation. The other kids chanted past us. Mr. Harvey's insightful pair of eyes were fixed on us. “But I told mummy I want to have two daddies.” He probably blurted out of his naivety. “Two daddies?” Mr. Harvey asked. “Yes!” I felt I needed to meet this little boy's mother very soon.