I'll Take Her Like A Father Novels & Stories

“I have your father. He's obsessed over me. I love him. And I have him at the tip of my finger. If I want you fired, I just have to say it.” “You wouldn't dare?” I said in a low growl. “I wouldn't?” She mimicked. “Well, since I'm in a good mood, I'm going to let you live in your fantasy for a little longer.” She pressed herself against me. “Now, would you be a good boy and let me feel your body again? Your father's rotting day after day, and I don't get to enjoy him as I want.” “You,” she placed a hand on my chest and let it travel down my belt. “Are a man full of strength and vigor. Let me make you happy, hun.”

Please, let him grieve in peace. "Daddy..." She took a hold of his hand in her gentle frail ones, her eyes fixated on his hand because this man is more like a father to her than a man who gave birth to her ex dead husband. He's built a place in her heart that no one can ever take, just like her belle meré did, the place is still void and filled with their memories together.

I tell it to her face through gritty teeth. She pull out her hands from my grip and slap me. " A son would always be like his father, like father like son." She curses at me. I didn't see the slap coming, I let go of her as I try to think of what just happened. If I'm to react it could be worse.. because of the part... I don't say anything. ..but I'm fuming in anger. " Whether you believe it or not. I can't wait to see your downfall when I expose him... As for your mom? I can't wait to see her tears." She chuckles as she walks out of me.

“I don’t know that would have done as well as she did.” “Of course you would. You may be more like me, but you are still your father’s daughter. Your father refuses to fail at anything, and you are the same. For what it’s worth, I like her too. I think she’ll be a good mate to Xander, once he gets the courage to tell her,” she says smiling. “Leana, what brings you here?” my father says, walking in and kissing the top of my mother’s head, taking an extra moment to nuzzle her and take in her scent.

“I don’t know that would have done as well as she did.” “Of course you would. You may be more like me, but you are still your father’s daughter. Your father refuses to fail at anything, and you are the same. For what it’s worth, I like her too. I think she’ll be a good mate to Xander, once he gets the courage to tell her,” she says smiling. “Leana, what brings you here?” my father says, walking in and kissing the top of my mother’s head, taking an extra moment to nuzzle her and take in her scent.

Father's arms went around her automatically, muscle memory of comfort, and she collapsed into him like a broken doll. "I took you in," she wailed into his chest. "I could have given you to an orphanage when your father suggested it, but I didn’t. I took you in and loved you. And this—this is how you repay me?” The sobs came harder, uglier. She shook as though she might fly apart. Father held her tighter, shooting me looks of pure disgust over her shoulder. Father muttered comforts that were half apology, half performance. She kept crying, each hiccup loud and theatrical.

“Like I said, she is a sweet, interesting girl. You will definitely like her” “Okay.” I let her have her way without an argument this time. “I should get going already.” “Alright.” She took a step away from me again and watched me with pure adoration in her eyes. I knew fully well that she was about to repeat one of her cliché lines about how much I looked like my father. A man who had died when I was just a baby and whose face I would never have remembered were it not for the aid of old pictures of him.

She can take me away from this pain. I hugged her, she grabbed me by the arm, and pushed me to the floor. 'What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Didn't you hear me, you disgust me. You're nothing but a mistake I made with that disgusting vile person' she spat out, pointing at my father. 'I wished I never had you, cause now look at my pack. You destroyed everything.' She said walking toward me. I looked up at her and she smacked me. You'll never be what my son will be. You'll always be a weak mutt'

She chuckled sarcastically. “Emerald!” Her mother tried to speak when she shook her head. “No, papa. No, mom! You. Are. Not. My. Parents.” Again, the same silence. Nobody dared to speak this time. “I am sorry.” She kept shaking her head, “You want to see what a father looks like? You want to know? Wait! I will tell you!” With that, she walked to the small bar where Hunter was standing. Holding his arm in a deathly grip, she brought him forward near the center table, “Here! This is what a father should look like.” Tears were streaming down her face now.

But then I paused, a thought hitting me like a wave. “Wait… your father,” I said quietly, feeling the edge of worry creep into my voice. “You know how he gets. He’ll never agree to this.” She tilted her head slightly, a small, confident smile forming on her lips. “I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry about that.” The way she said it made me believe her instantly. She wasn’t scared of him… not anymore. And maybe that was why I loved her even more.