I Became Doting Father Novels & Stories

Mass had just ended, everyone was starting to disperse to their various homes but I sat there watching lustfully at father Kentucky. If truly wishes were horses then truly beggars would ride and I don't mind riding father Ken till my legs starts shaking from the force of his cock cause I know it'd definitely be huge and large and veiny and way more better than the cocks of those stout men I see in the pornography I watch each afternoon. I mean look how fucking tall he is, his Adams apple moving at each deep sound he makes with his mouth making me drip wet in my panties. I'm Melanin the only daughter and child of my parents and as fate may have it my Dad died just a year ago just the very day

“Someday you'll understand, but it won't be us who tells you anything.” “That's bullshit,” I said angrily. “You know perfectly well that my father is good. He opened the doors of his home, his pack, his family, and his heart to you—” “Marcus never loved me,” Dinora said angrily. “I lived in your mother's shadow, so don't talk nonsense.” “Dad wouldn't have married you if he didn't love you,” I said immediately. I knew my father. He was a cunning, gentle man but direct and sincere with everyone.

Good. I smirk. “And, of course, I have to thank my amazing father for putting this all together. Dad, I love you so much.” I pause, watching him shift uncomfortably. That nervous flicker in his eyes makes my heart race in excitement. He doesn’t trust me. He knows something is coming. Then, I turn to Tristan, still wearing my sickly sweet smile. “And my love,” I say, my voice softening as I gaze up at him. “My darling Tristan.”

– My father said. - I haven't decided yet. We'll see. – I said. - Cat, we just want you to be happy. I liked this guy, he's well-intentioned, serious and responsible. He came here and was honest, he admitted his mistakes. He seems like a good man to me and the way you look at him, you're in love. – My father didn't lose sight of anything. - Yes, father. He's a great man and I'm in love. – I confirmed.

His greedy gaze took note of the wisps of new silver threading through his blond hair, the small lines of strain that had started to show on his father's still youthful face. There were those small signs of aging but apart from that Iain Alexander was still the strong, dominant male that Dayton remembered from his youth. His father had always been firm but fair with his children. He'd instilled in them all a deep sense of pack and loyalty and he had always been quick to laugh with his offspring. His eyes flitted to the tall blonde woman framed in the doorway at his father's side and he swallowed hard feeling so overcome with emotion as he met his mother's gaze.

Ian's Dad got up on his feet and ambled to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. "You look beautiful," he told her and she blushed. "Do you both have to do that right here? Like in front of us at this moment?" Ian whined burying his face in his palms. "Let them be. They are adorable," I complimented and he made a dramatic expression as though he was going to puke. "Ian it's not our fault that you are single," his father took a jibe at him and he frowned. "Thank you, our daughter..." Ian's father paused glancing at me.

Three years after my parents divorced, a woman came into my dad’s life. To win him over, she went all out. Every day, she picked him up and dropped him off at work. She made him a different meal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every single day. At their wedding, she swore through tears that she would never let my dad suffer the slightest bit of hardship. But during their first night as husband and wife, my stepmother slapped my dad so hard that his eardrum was ruptured. After that, she beat him with belts, liquor bottles, and wooden sticks. The final time it happened, my dad never got back up. That same night, she pushed open my bedroom door and reached for me. In the chaos of our

my father said as my mother wipes her tears stepping into my father’s arms. “I want that too. I want that with Dan,” I reply coldly. “Dan is not your mate. He is a troubled young man who has confused you about what you want,” my father replies. “How can you say that?” I demanded as I looked at my father. “There is a lot you do not know about Dan. And there is no time nor a need to tell you now,” my father replied.

He does have his fathers hair or as I suspect Victor's hair when he was younger because now Victor had streaks of grey in his hair and if anything it made him hotter. “You made it,” he said, smiling and I shake myself from my trance thinking of his father shamelessly. “Of course,” I replied. He leaned in slightly, pressing a brief kiss to my cheek, “You look beautiful,” he added. “Thank you,” I said again, the words automatic.

"Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years." That person froze. The entire office fell dead silent. The teacher looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something, but she ultimately kept it to herself and placed my withdrawal application at the corner of her desk. I turned on my heel and left the office. The school corridor stretched out ahead of me. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, creating a checkered pattern of light and dark across the linoleum floor. When I walked past the Wall of Fame, I caught the photograph prominently displayed in the center. My father, Ian Smith, stood to one side while his stepso