Im Daddy Novels & Stories

It was either that or gossiping about their married kids. “He’s so handsome, tell her Tony.” “I don’t like him.” I laughed at my dad’s comment. He didn’t like any men as soon as they were interested in me. “Tony, stop it. Come on, tell her!” My mom turned to look at me so earnestly I had to look serious. “Patricia said he works in oil and gas…” she pursed her lips to contain her excitement. “That means he’s loaded, Sierra.” “Seriously, mom?”

Save me, Mom…" With one fluid smack, Eliza sent him flying. "Get away from me! I don't know this lunatic!" I walked over to Lucius, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you like calling people daddy? Well, the real one is here, so why are you so quiet?" Then, I turned to Joyce. "See? I told you he wasn't a reliable father, right? When it really comes down to it, there's no one better than your actual parents, don't you think?"

Ezra turns to me uncertainly. “It’s okay,” I whisper, nodding. He hesitates, then walks to Adrian, who lifts him into his arms with surprising gentleness. “My boy,” Adrian murmurs, his voice thick. “Daddy misses you so much. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.” The word Daddy hangs in the air like a secret I’m not ready to share. Ezra frowns, confused. “Daddy?” He turns to look at me, eyes searching mine for confirmation.

"Worse, actually. My legs ache, and I keep getting these dizzy spells. Maybe I should call the doctor." Daddy's eyes flicked to me, a silent warning or was it excitement? "If it's not better by tomorrow, definitely. But rest today. Isabella can help around the house." I nodded eagerly. "Of course. I'll make you some tea later." Tea I could spike too, if needed. As Mom headed back to the couch, Daddy cornered me by the fridge, his hand slipping under my skirt to cup my ass. "You added more?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

The necessities of my life. Dominic Leone is my daddy. My everything. Fuck the world. We have each other. I know they’ll come for us again, and I know next time they try, I will be right by my daddy’s side. There will be no mistaking me for victim, that’s for damn sure. The End

Chapter 2 My Father wasn’t dead , but he was seriously ill , whatever made my mom make that call was something I didn’t understand . It’s been two weeks since my father was discharged from the hospital and relieved was just an understatement of how I was feeling at this moment. A part of me was so happy he didn’t die . I could only imagine what I would do with my life if something happened to my father . I was in my second year of university and losing my dad wasn’t part of the list at this moment , it could break me .

"Yeah? What's the opposite of that one? FDLG?" "Huh? Oh... umm, DDLG. Daddy, not father." "Daddy. Right. You needin' a daddy, Cherry?" he asked, taking hold of her face and making her look at him. His eyes were dancing with a wild sort of need. "No," she whispered. "No, I..."

" But the little boy did not wait for her, to make a guess. Brimming with excitement, he announced. " He's my Daddy!!! "

D-daddy? "It's just a storm. The sun will rise soon, baby.", a voice from my mind said. My feet felt like they're controlling me. The next thing I knew, I am under the rain already. Crying. I saw Daddy's face once again. I tried to reach it but failed. I cried and cried. W-why am I crying? D-daddy... I was tearing up under this heavy rain but when a familiar warmth embraced me, I just felt like I calmed down.

Daddy: Emily, talk to me, please, what’s wrong? Daddy: Whatever it is, baby girl, let me in, let me help you. Daddy: I love you, baby girl.