Harry Styles Daddy Novels & Stories

Right now, I simply stood by and watched this man who was normally so noble and untouchable. I once believed I could become his greatest love. I paid no heed to the fact that he was my father's friend or that he was 20 years older than me, or even the mockery from my family. I flung myself into becoming his so-called "antidote". I loved him with all my heart, yet all I got in return was a tragic end—I died along with my unborn baby. Even love became a luxury I could no longer afford. Right before I died, I found out that Layson had secretly been in love with his personal secretary, Grace Parker.

Serena groaned as Hadley burst into laughter. "I hope Harry is there." Hadley grinned. Serena rolled her eyes. Harry was the Williams's almost thirty years old son who kept on asking her to go on a date with him. She didn't like him, he was ugly, he had so much hair and wore wide square glasses which he thought were cool. He drove this red car that had to see the mechanic every week. He wasn't her type of guy, he acted older than he already was. "What are you cooking?" Serena asked.

I know something is bothering him and I wanted to know the reason. He let out a long sigh. "Sheila, I think this is the right time to tell you a truth," He said and once again I heard my heavy heartbeat. I hummed in response to let him continue further. "Sheila, my dad is a businessman and he owns multi companies in NYU. I'm from a rich family and..." "Harry, I know about that, Quinn already told and showed me photos of you and your dad's picture when you were at the charity function," I assured him.

“I can make anyone look good. Any size or shape. It’s all about waist placement and body shape. Dressing with the right layers and lines for the body.” I’m an idiot for not knowing there’d be science behind fashion design or styling. “Oh, yeah? I’d love to watch you work, sometime.” Her step falters and she peers up at me, shading her eyes from the sun. “Are you making fun of me?” “Fuck, no! Why would you say that?” “I know my dad thinks I wasted my education.” “Who gives a shit what your dad thinks?” I say it automatically, before I even realize how blasphemous it is to say about the don, the man I owe everything to.

"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.

Elliot's eyes lit up as he asked his grandma curiously, "Grandma, does my daddy also have the chance?" "Of course, your daddy does not have the chance! Your daddy isn't single anymore." Margaret said. "But daddy isn't married either! Why don't they give him a chance?" The little fellow said somewhat unhappily. "What? Do you want your daddy to win the lot?" Margaret asked amusedly. "Of course, I hope that daddy will have a chance to dance with Sister Skylar." The little fellow remembered Joshua saying that he was making paper strips for drawing lots after saying that. He thought that his daddy must participate.

My dad was currently a drunkard, and this man wore a tailored suit as if he had seen money all his life. "I presume you're the maid here, aren't you?” He turned to look at me with skepticism in his eyes. His English was well polished and had a hint of a British accent in it. This man here was definitely my father's twin. I remember my dad telling me about his life as a boy in England, but he never mentioned having a twin brother. "Are you listening to me?” He snapped, and I jolted back to the question at hand. "Yes. Yes, sir,” I nodded and closed the door behind me. “I'm the maid here.”

“Maybe he is being protective you know with my momma and all. Your daddy is looking after us you know how sweet and kind he is.” He snorts, “did you just call my daddy sweet? Fuck me, Harps that is hilarious. My daddy ain’t sweet. He’s a mean ass biker.” “Yeah right, your daddy has a sweet side and besides he raised you good and proper.” The douchebag leaves some money on the table and strides towards the door with his face put out. Good - the dickhead. Levy comes towards the counter and takes a seat next to Dylan. “You okay, Harper?” Concern floods his warm eyes as he looks at me. I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that, it’s making me weak at the knees and making my panties get wet and I’m

Daddy pulled my hair and I looked up to see Kai's face, all red drool sticking out from the corner of his mouth. Daddy slammed into me last time, his cock twitching as he cummed. He exhaled sharply, slipping inside of me spanking my ass one last time. My cock twitched and I knew I was about to cum but I couldn't cum until Daddy ordered me to. “You're so beautiful.” His voice came behind me and I turned to see him holding a handcuff. “Hands behind your back.” He ordered. I obeyed immediately. He pulled me off Kai my legs trembling from being fucked that way. The cuff sounded in my ears and I inhaled sharply when I felt the sting around my wrists.

"I've been trying to figure out how to tell you." "Harry, what's actually going on?" He was quiet for a second. Then he let out a breath like he'd been holding it since he sat down. "Okay I have a confession to make. There's some stuff about me you don't know." "That's usually how secrets work, yeah." I smiled, rolling my eyes. "I'm serious, Arden." He almost smiled at that but it didn't stick. "My dad owns Harlow and Co." I stared at him. "Your what?"