Harry Styles Daddy Novels & Stories

Gabrielle urged her, while she was now gently pulling Lady Bellamy’s hand towards the bed for her to take a seat. "Your father, Dupres was a good man. I mean, a very close friend to the late Mr. Reagan." Lady Bellamy began. "Hold on, isn't Mr Reagan supposed to be Hidalgo's father?" Gabrielle asked, she was slightly confused. "Not at all, dear. Mr. Reagan is Hidalgo's father's younger brother, and his real name is Houston!" "Huh!!!” Gabrielle eyes expanded in surprise. "And..." The door of the room abruptly unlocked, eliciting Lady Bellamy to halt her words as she cracked her head to the door.

I'm tanned with brown long hair but tail and ears are blond, daddy call me special and cute, my eyes are hazel colored. My daddy is James, the big guy sleeping next to me, he's like so tall! So tall, everyone is shorter than him, when he carries me no one can touch me up high. He's a vampire, he's also a bad guy, he's the one in charge of the whole family, he's been my daddy since day one. He explained to me that he's my daddy, like really my daddy, he used the word mate, that we are together forever.

"I'm Darrell" I move the office chair so I have a clear view down to the main door. I watch how the men take measurements of each other. Harry is somewhat smaller than my father, with blue eyes and dark blonde hair as opposed to dad’s brown hair and eyes. But the features, especially around the mouth and nose are the same. "You look more like my father than I do". Dad laughs, holding out his hand to Harry. Harry accepts it and they give each other a firm handshake. "Come on in. My brothers have not turned up yet. But Luca is here and my two other kids. They are just not easy to drive out of their rooms".

I have her features and we resemble. I stared at the photo for what seems like a millennium before I snap out of it. I look at the details. Her name Carolina Styles aged 46 and widowed. I looked up to see Stev…Jason looking at me. “What is this?” I feel myself shake. I have a mother? But I was told my parents died. I grew up with shitty parents who died some years back. “What kind of joke is this Mr Styles?” That seems odd when I call him that but I say nothing. I place the half glass of milk on the coffee table before I stand.

Mom interrupted. I grabbed a bottle of wine and served myself. "Mom, this is not a good way to welcome me. I need to have a rest." I sipped the wine. My dad went quiet but didn't stop looking at me. I know he was trying to find something fishy. My father was probably a detective in his past life, he literally acted like one. "Drinking wine is not a way of resting either." Mom folded her hands. "Son, do you realise the company is at loss? Why are you reluctant about everything happening around you? Could it be because of the women around you?" Dad dropped the magazine.

Daddy might get it again. Daddy chuckled. "You're the same as Ella. In her case, she only ate thigh and the drumstick. She leaves the rest to me." I smile. It's nice to know I have similarities with my mother. "Before I forgot, I'll buy some hair accessories in A****n. Sunshine's hair shits keeps disappearing and I don't even know why." Daddy perks up and nodded eagerly. He wipes his hand and ask me for my phone. He open the app and chose the hair ties he wants to buy for my mother and sister.

I didn't get the chance to tell Derrick I would be going to the Prince event with him, seeing the way he coldly discarded me. He had told me he didn't mind me not going and he had already informed the Prince that I had a little problem back home, but I already made plans with Olivia to babysit Henry for me, i called a taxi and headed home straight from work, I needed to see my baby, I missed him so bad and all I wanted right now was his tiny hugs and powdery scent all over me.

“You are so huge, daddy.” “Isn’t that what you need?” He smirked and spanked me hard again. I let out a low cry. “You never want me to stop anytime I have it inside of you. You enjoy it, don’t you?” He asked, and when I was slow to respond him, he spanked me harshly one more time. “Yes! Yes! Daddy.” My body shook. “Good girl.” He said with a smile and a soft tap of my cheeks. “You are daddy’s girl.”

“He is going to be the CEO of your family’s company, right?” Their family’s company? I knew that Anthony came from money, but I never asked what company it was that his family ran, and because of that, I found myself slightly intrigued. “What’s the company?” I ask before I can stop myself. “A&D Industries,” Anthony responds, and I feel my heart drop. “Isn’t that great?” He smiles though I don’t feel that way at all. “He will be running your modeling agency.” “He…what?” I rasp, feeling like I must have misheard him even though I knew that I didn’t. “You said he…”

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. I want to hear it from that pretty mouth while you stand here in my hallway looking like this.” My skin flushed warmer at his words, and I could feel the slick heat between my legs growing. I tilted my head back slightly, giving him more access to my neck, and said, “I want you to fuck me, daddy. Right here if you want. I want you to pull this dress up, bend me over, and take me until I’m shaking. Until I can’t walk straight, just like you said.”