I Call Him Daddy Novelas e Histórias

If not Lucas… Then someone who actually matters. Someone who has always mattered. “Daddy…” I whisper under my breath as I scroll to his number. My finger hovers for just a second, then I press call. The phone rings twice, and my daddy answers the call. “Fiorella?” His voice is warm, deep, and familiar. And just like that… something inside me cracks. “Daddy…” My voice comes out smaller and fragile than I intend. Barely held together. There’s an immediate shift on the other end.

“My love, I have to tell you something, come, come with me,” The little boy, with a smile lighting up Rebecca’s world approached her. “What’s going on, mom? Daniel will be ready soon, let’s go, mommy.” “My love,” Rebecca said, closing her eyes like she wanted to be sure about what she was going to say, “my love, you can’t call him daddy.” Rud’s smile erased. “Why, why can’t I call him my daddy?” “Because that’s not correct, my love,” she said.

“Nate, you can’t just go around calling anyone daddy. That's wrong.” “But he's mummy's friend.” “That doesn't make him your daddy.” She responded. The boy turned to glare at her. She sighed in return, having no idea what else to say to him. He was so obsessed with having a daddy that he would call anyone dad. Nick shrugged. “I don't mind. I like you so much. I don't mind you calling me daddy. Anything you want, let me know.” Nita’s heart lurched. What was he trying to do?

After failing to win over the professor, I went back to my own world. But a year later, the system that made the deal with me came back in tears, begging me to return. It said my target—that cold-blooded psychology professor—was trying to destroy the entire world just to see me one more time. I said no. How could he lose his mind over losing me? His heart had always belonged to his stepsister Vivienne. For Vivienne's sake, he'd dropped me more times than I could count and left a trail of damage behind. Then the system sweetened the offer. Only three months. Come back, and when it was over, it would not only return my feelings but pay me a hundred million on top. So I went back to Seba

Then, how did this Mr Charles was able to see her? "Mr Charles, if you're playing games please I'm not really in a great mood so let's cut to the chase. Tell me how you get my number. How the hell are you seeing me from wherever it is that you are?" " Sh, sh sh, baby girl. Don't make daddy angry. Would you like to go for dinner with me?" Daddy? Was this man crazy? Did he really want her to call him Daddy?. He did sound like someone with Daddy issues, maybe that would explain it.

I silently prayed Duncan would refuse to give him the phone and use an excuse or something, but I was wrong. "Hailey?" He called. "And who is this?" I asked. My heart had begun to race by now and I knew not why. "Hailey, is that really you?" He asked again. "Who the fuck is this?!" I could not believe that I used a swear word, but I was too pissed to give two fucks about it. "You're all grown up, you now use swear words." "I could hang up the call, you know? I have things to do, so could you please let me know who this is?" I said in the most stern voice possible. "It is I, Hailey. It's your father."

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

What happened to my master and daddy? Why aren't they pounding my ass any longer? I almost start to panic at the sudden emptiness in my pleasure holes when I realize what was going on. . "I don't think she'll be awake for long, but you can say hi to her and then…" That was a dream? All of that didn't happen in real life? But it felt so real. "Da-mr Martinez?" I call as my eyes clear. I almost slipped and called him daddy and damn how would his wife have reacted to that.

He growled. I cried and cried into the pillows until I had no tears left. The intense slapping of skin against skin, flesh against flesh was the most stimulating sound I had ever heard. “Who fucks you?” He demanded, and I was so stuck in the pillow, I could only murmur. “Daddy.” “Who?” This man dragged me upwards by my hair. It hurt like a bitch. “Daddy!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"I do, and I just had the weirdest sex dream about him." He stopped folding and gave me all of his attention, his eyes shining at mentioning the word sex. "He made me call him...Daddy." I whispered the last word, and Elijah's eyes went wide. "And...I liked it. Like I really, really liked it." "That's freaking hot. I've called a guy Daddy before. Did you get off?" "No, you banged on the door like the house was on fire, and I jumped out of bed." He winced. "Sorry, babes."