Novel & Cerita I'm Your Father

~ 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.

"L-love? M-maybe, Dad is busy right now? Can we call him again next time?" Tears swam in her eyes. "Why do you always say next time, Mom? Maybe...my friends are right." "What did they tell you?" "That I don't have a father and he doesn't want me. He doesn't love me." My breath caught in my throat. I was about to tell her another set of lies, but the doorbell rang. Technically saved by the bell. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she exclaimed, "Is that Daddy, Mommy?"

“You’re holding a child that’s not mine, barely even a year after I've gone into a coma, and now you're standing beside my sister, and you dare say complicated?” Oh God...

“Your father.” I blinked, the words not making sense at first. “I don’t understand. What do you mean, my father?” He gulped in. “Your father is the one ruling the empire right now.” “That’s crazy,” I whispered, my voice cracking as disbelief warred with a growing panic. “Because my father is dead.”

Rashid screamed something, half-disgust and half-derision "Do it then! Prove you're no savior and prove what kind of father you are!" The smoke wreathed us, thick and acrid. My father's face was impassive, carved from stone but his finger tightened on the trigger the movement was infinitesimal but unmistakable. "Not me" I breathed shaking my head with tears welling in my eyes "You can't" i said

the driver greeted with a smile, his voice familiar. I glanced in, and sure enough, it was one of my father’s men. I didn’t ask questions. I got in, sliding into the backseat. The car was warm, and as the ride began, my thoughts swirled. I was going home, but not to the place I used to call home. I was going back to my family.

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

Right before my eyes, it looked like she had aged five more years. “This is what you get for choosing to abandon your daughter for her best friend,” she continued. “You're supposed to be my father. You're supposed to care for me. You're supposed to be there for me, but instead, you failed at all those and gave your heart, time and energy to someone else. Someone who doesn't even deserve it.”

I growled. "Every fucking thing I have done to you is just the tip of the iceberg. If I find out that your fucking useless father is the reason behind my headache tonight, I swear I am going to have a team of doctors in here and have them treat you so I can torture you over and over again. I am going to knock out every teeth of yours and I am going to kill you oh so slowly! So if you want a fucking better death, you pray that your father isn't behind this!" I let go of his head as his body shook in pain.