Hazbin Hotel Dad Beat Dad Novels & Stories

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

“She is a part of the Order but she is good and she is Markus’s mom.” “Leave all the introductions behind. Is that Azazel getting beaten up?” Dad pointed behind me and I saw Lucien beating the shit out of Azazel who was in no condition to fight back. I guess he wanted to torture him first before killing him. “Yea–” Dad rolled his shirt sleeves, “How dare he beat that shit alone and have all the fun? That fucker gave us a hard time and I need to unload my frustration!” He growled and walked towards Lucien.

Dad’s voice remained calm and steady. “I’m not telling you shit” Hank yelled. “Is Zelena your daughter?” “Fuck. You.” Dad nodded at Spartan and he stepped forward punching Hank in the stomach. He coughed and spluttered and gasped for air. “It doesn’t have to go this way, you just have to answer some questions and then you can go home” Dad spoke softly as he grabbed a chair, placing it in front of Hank and then sat down. After a few moments of wheezing from Hank and silent staring from Dad, he finally spoke.

He turned to the teachers in the office and asked, "Could you please step out for a moment? This is a family matter." Ms. Hill hesitated for a moment, but she ultimately left with the others. The moment the door clicked shut, only the three of us were left in the room. My bad, Eugene was also here. He stood beside Elena with his head hung low and his hands clenched tightly. Ian closed the distance between us and growled, "When exactly are you going to stop throwing these tantrums, Zoey?" I almost laughed when I heard that. "I'm throwing a tantrum? What did I even do? Did I write that post, or did I beg you to acknowledge me as your daughter yesterday?

“That’s a good boy. You’re daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?” I paused, did I hear correctly? I turned back to his study and opened the door; the scene that was waiting behind that door made my mouth slack with shock. My Dad was leaning against his mahogany table and a man was crouched in front him, his dick in his mouth. A man! Is my Dad……gay? I must have made a sound because they jolted apart, my Dad trying to adjust himself. Wait….is that Finn? My boyfriend?

My canines extend as he looks amused. "Where is she?",I glare. "Who?",he growls and soon my dad bust in through the rogues our warriors with him. "Back off!",my dad is pissed and bleeding. "Well alpha Levi I see your butt loving son has a mate and kids",my dad growls loud. "What he has is none of your business now leave or die!",my dad looks ready to shift. "I want the little bitch that is responsible for my brother Malcolm's death. She led him on",he looks insane.

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Adonis followed quietly behind him, eyes downcast. The second Zion saw me crying, he rushed forward and pulled me into his arms. “Phoebe, hey… I’m here. Don’t be scared,” he whispered. Dad yanked him away roughly. “Don’t you dare touch my daughter!” Zion’s eyes flared with anger, his protective instinct rising. “I won’t stand here while you treat her like this!” “Enough!” Dad roared, his voice clashing with Zion’s Alpha-born growl. The air thickened—like two wolves ready to fight.

"Please Mom, stop going off point. Can I stay alone?" "No, Yes." Dad replied, "You can stay wherever you want but we want you to stay with Ivor. He is our family and the closest to you. The one who would protect you at all cost." Yeah, do you have wet dreams about your family?

and Holland's relationship? That's almost the same as saying you guys want to be with my dad. See? You don't even see him as anything other than dad-ish, right?" That earned a string of shaky chuckles from them, the three of them avoiding my gaze. "Oh my god! Don't tell me you guys think of my dad like that," I cried, eyeing them accusingly. Seriously, how many times would a girl get betrayed by her friends in a day? "Ok," Juliette gave in, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Not like we think of him like that, like that. But you gotta admit, your dad's pretty hot." Was there anyway one could unhear something? Because I'd do anything to unhear that. "He's basically every girl's kinky dadd