Her Dragon Daddy Novels & Stories

Reed’s biological father killed his mother’s Alpha mate with ease, so Reed must be something dangerous. “I’m half...” He looks at me directly then, his eyes seeming to look right into my soul. “I’m half dragon.” The words linger in the silence between us, hanging like an unfinished note. My mind whirls with images—dragon stories from my childhood, their legendary power, formidable size, and mythical abilities. “Dragon?” I whisper. He nods slowly, never breaking eye contact. “Yes, dragon, but a very specific kind of dragon.” “A specific kind?” “A hydra dragon—one with many heads and little control over them. My father, for example, let his heads control him instead of controlling them.”

Someone I’m bound to by blood no less? It was no big secret that the male dragons of the world were extreme assholes. They have a hot and cold temper most of us can’t even begin to understand. But Jack, one of our dragon shifters, is proof that it's possible to overcome it. He’s a great fucking guy, truly good. Everyone likes him and he’s easy to talk to, very smart. But his dad was a lot like Apollo, just nasty for no reason. Only his dad didn’t have a crown on his head to add insult to injury. An unchecked dragon with that level of power? With his own brothers afraid to stand up to him… It's no wonder his sons don’t stand a chance.

“Who is it this time? Another Penelope Pout? I want a boob job, an Audi TT and world peace? No, wait… Another broke but talented artistic genius, seeking true love on Hot Daddy Match-up? You like those…” He coasted his chair across the floor, propped his elbows on my desk and jabbed a finger at my laptop. “Just look. She’s nothing like the others.” “You always say that.” He smiled. “Yeah, but I don’t always mean it.” I minimised my document and called up his email. Hot Daddy Match-up! You have mail! I hovered over the link, then folded my arms. “So, give me the elevator pitch. Why this one?”

“What the hell just happened back there?” Brenda asked sounding near hysterics. “It’ll be okay Brenda,” I said to her as I stepped on the gas and sped up on the highway. “Why was he acting like that?” she asked. “Brenda, his dragon recognized you as his bonded half,” I said to her. “Oh no, no, no, no,” she said as her hands instantly went around her arms as she cradled herself. “His name’s Cameron O’Connell, his father is the Sire of the Chicago lair. I’ve known them my whole life and I know that he’ll arrive at my house with his father and probably mine as well not long after we reach it,” I said to her.

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

I mean, sure, he was handsome, he had a nice jaw-line, and those eyes that locked on you definitely left you weak in the knees, but what else did he really have going for him? Money? Power? A huge dick? There were plenty of other men out there with those things. Wait… Why the hell was I even considering something like this? It wasn’t like Grant and I were actually thing and honestly, after I got him to stop bothering me, I planned on leaving and never letting him see me again anyway. “Pests,” my mother repeats, her lips twitching into a frown. “But there’s no need.” “No need,” I repeat. “What do you mean?”

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

my father offered as an excuse, though I could not help but detect a hint of evasion in his tone. Ortega Financial Group—now there was a name I would never forget. Led by none other than Jake Ortega, the strikingly handsome billionaire tycoon who had captured my attention since I was eight years old. Jake wasn't just any crush; he was my former neighbor and the one who had stolen my very first kiss. He embodied everything I had ever fantasized about and more. Even after all these years, since my departure to California, thoughts of him had never left my mind. Even with the lingering memory of my numbskull ex-boyfriend, who had only wanted to use me, not even his antics could erase Jake from

Thankfully he never turned to drink or used drugs like some kids I know. “Nah, I need to focus on my studies, Harp. Too much riding on it. I want to do well and get myself a good job.” “Your daddy does well, can’t you go into business with him?” His father owns a chain of motorcycle stores across the country, he’s no billionaire but he has a lot of money. I can’t lie it’s another reason he turns me on because he is a self-made man, and he rides a bike. I’d sure as hell love to get on the back of it and go for a ride with him, fuck I’d like to ride Levi that’s for sure. I go dreamy again, wondering about his touch on me, how his fingers would feel inside my pussy. I squeeze my thighs together

’ O-okay…I guess I’m a dragon parent now? “I really hope your mama won’t mind me bringing you with me, little guy. I have never seen a dragon in the human world before…unless you count Ryan, but he is a shape-shifter, so eh… Anyway, your mama better not kill me if she finds you resting in my hair.” I can’t help but giggle as the dragon lets out a high-pitched chirp. It’s almost as if he’s saying, “No one is coming to save me.” But that would be crazy, right?