I'm Your Father Novels & Stories

That only makes me cry harder. "I can't," I cry, "I'm so sad, I think I’m going to die of sadness like a widower." "You're not going to die," my father snorts, and I can almost bet he rolls his eyes mockingly, "Stop being melodramatic, he’s not even your real mate. And he'll be back before you know it.”

“Dad, I love you,” I whisper, “but you're going to lose me if you refuse to let me live my own life. I'm not asking you to agree with my decisions, although I am asking you to respect them. I'm an adult, not a little girl anymore. You're going to be a grandfather, and you're out here beating the crap out of a man who happens to be my baby's father. Stop and take a look at yourself. Is this who you want to be? Because, right now, you are not the father I remember.”

He typed slowly, tears blurring his vision, but the words came out clear and firm, as if he needed to convince himself too: "I know you won't want to talk to me right now. For me, all of this was a surprise. No matter what your mother says, I am your father and you are my son. Nothing else. Do you understand? You are my boy. I will always love you." He read the message twice, his thumb hovering over the send button. A tear fell on the screen. He took a deep breath, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and pressed "send."

“You arrested him, and now it's all over the news. Also on I*******m, F******k, TikTok! This will ruin his reputation." He steps closer. "Well, he should have thought about that before he harmed my son." "Your son?" I laugh bitterly. "Oh, I'm your son now? I didn't even ask you for any of this." "You didn't have to ask." His voice is calm. He keeps his cool which makes my blood boil some more. "I did what I had to do as your father. This is me expressing my fatherly love."

He sighed in irritation and sauntered inside the bathroom to take a cold shower. The next day, he was working in his office when his phone rang. The name "Motherfucker," flashed on the screen. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he read the name. Killian decided to avoid the call. The phone rang thrice before he decided to answer it. " Puede que seas el rey de la mafia, Killian, pero no olvides que soy tu padre y lo suficientemente poderoso como para destronarte si quiero." the voice seethed from the other side of the phone. (You might be the Mafia king, Killian but don't forget I am your father and powerful enough to dethrone you if I want.)

"If I don't..." "...your father dies."

“You were masturbating thinking about me, weren’t you?” “What are you talking about?” I asked him, in shock. I tried to put down some authority and make out this was wrong, make him realise it and walk away, it did not have the outcome I intended, in fact he smiled and looked at me “But I'm not you father.” “That might be true, but you are married to my mother. And I don’t wish to be the cause of her unhappiness.” “Keeping your mother happy is my responsibility. But so is your happiness, baby girl.”

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.

~ Zoe's POV ~ I’m a psychotic, messed-up slut. ​The reason I’m saying this is because every time I look at my stepfather, I just want him to grab my legs, stretch them back, and drive that thick cock as deep as it can go… until I can't breathe. ​Don't believe me? ​Hold on. I’m about to show you. *** “Dad?!” I called for the fifth time before finally opening the door and letting myself in. Great, he was gone.

“I wasn't sure of whom I was, I wasn't sure of what I desired, but there is something that I am certain about and it is.… you are mine, Momma. All mine.” Nuella’s stomach churned and excitement surged through her veins. But this was wrong. This was hilarious. This was crazily hilarious. She was standing in her father’s compound, at their car park, an inch away from her father’s friend while he said all of these nasty words to her, and her crazy needy self could not even protest against his words. They were so soothing. These words were so soothing like the passionate kiss that they shared—they melted her heart as well as the worries from the other day.