I Call Him Daddy Novels & Stories

I glanced back at his crotch, unable to help it. "Lisa, my eyes are up here" he said and I quickly looked back up at his face. "I want to make things clear between us. You will be like a daughter to me and I will be like a father to you." He said and immediately he said those words, I could only think of one other word... Daddy. I don't know if that thought was innocent or downright dirty but my blabbering mouth let out some silly words. "If you are like a father to me, then I can call you daddy?" I asked and heard him groan deeply.

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.

"Look at me. Do you still love me?" He didn't answer. But the muscles in his jaw tensed, his hands clenched at his sides. "I can see it. So why are you doing this? What's really going on?" "Sera." "Yes?" He took a long breath, then uttered words that shattered what was left of my hope. "Don't call me Gabriel anymore." "What?" "I am your daddy. So don't call me by my name anymore. Call me daddy." I wanted to hit him. Wanted to slap that face until he came to his senses. But my hands only trembled at my sides.

She’d called me Daddy. Mila had looked me straight in the eyes, without hesitation, and asked if she could call me that. It had hit me like nothing ever had before. Not in all my years, not through all my grief, or loss, or silent wishes spoken into the dark. That word so small, so simple had cracked open something in me I hadn’t even known was locked away. Daddy.

My father called, but it was more like a question which made me snap out of my little self-pitying. I pressed my lips into a forced smile, a façade easily decipherable even from a distance, and followed it with a hesitant wave. Shouldn't I be rushing into their arms, shedding tears of relief, and recounting how baseless Caden's accusations were? The absence of the expected emotional reunion left me bewildered, questioning the dynamics unfolding before me.

His fiery black orbs widened before he blinked nervously and then smiled, then glanced at Lucious. “Yes, buddy. I am your dad.” He uttered, and his Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard swallow. Lucious nodded with understanding and then looked at me. I met his gaze and smiled warmly fighting the tightness in my throat, then cupped his cheek. “Can I call him daddy?” The words slammed into my chest like a sledgehammer. Pins pricked the back of my eyes and unexpected heat covered my entire head. “Yes, honey. You can call him Daddy.” I nodded with enthusiasm, trying to expel the nasty feeling that was charging at me at the speed of light.

It is: 'Daddy. "Y-Your father is calling," I reported. "Answer it," he suggested in a serious tone. "W-What?!" Thinking that he wanted to show to his father that we are really together, I conquered my fear and answered the call. [“You dumbass. Why did you answer your f*cking phone just now? How's Maxine? You two are still together?" ] My eyes widened. I didn't expect to hear this familiar voice. "Speak you b*stard."

BEATRICE: I held my breath as I waited for my son to respond. Please tell me that I was only hearing things. “Grayson? Who is your Daddy?” I asked once again, careful not to scare him off. "It's Mr. Drake, Mommy. I am now calling him Daddy. I like him so much, Mommy. He takes care of me when he is here. Please don't get mad at him, Mommy." "Did Mr. Drake tell you that you should call him Daddy?"

she smiled cutely and said, "Thank you, Daddy" I froze after hearing her. Shit! Did she call me Daddy? My god, now I doubt my decision on claiming her later. I asked, "Who taught you this?" She pout and said, "Jenny said she calls Jame Daddy." I cursed, "Shit! Midget.". Ian chuckled and said, "Like you don't like it". Before I say anything Jade pulled gently Ian's ring earnings and said, "You too have one" he smiled wide at her and said, "Of course" now she poked his dimples with her forefingers and said, "Why is this so beautiful on you?" We both laughed. She traced Ian's lips and implored, "Why is your lips plumper than mine?" With a little pause she continued, "God! You have the same mole

The act was obscene, degrading and yet it made her core clench with desperate need. “Wh... What do I call you then?" she asked, her voice thin and breathless as he pulled his finger out of her mouth. He pulled his finger out of her mouth and brought it to his own lips, licking it clean with deliberate slowness, tasting her, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he grabbed her by the waist, pressing their bodies together and leaned in, his lips brushing her earlobe and she shuddered against him. "You call me..." he whispered against her ear, his voice dark and possessive. "Daddy.”