My Daddy Is A Cultivator Novels & Stories

my father replied, enveloping me in a warm hug, though my gaze remained fixed on Jake, who seemed to wear a pleased expression. "I'll do my best to make your father's absence a very memorable one for you, Avery, I promise." Jake added with a playful glint in his eyes, his words carrying a subtle tease that sent a thrill coursing through me. Somehow, I just knew that this week without my father was going to be very interesting indeed.

He couldn’t speak because he ate the chicken sandwich in two bites. “Slowly with the food, you might be throttling.” I sermon him. “Here’s a lemonade, you might throttle now.”I gave him a glass of lemonade and after he throttled. As I sat down, I looked around the garden as far as I could see. Compared to when I first saw this garden, it was dense, there were even tall grasses. But now at least it’s neat and clean. I remembered daddy. He used to love to plant especially flowers. Daddy said that he learned how to plant flowers when he was courting mommy, because mommy loves flowers. Daddy taught me a little about planting, but when I handle the flower plants, they die.

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

His face was like stone, his sharp eyes focused on the village roads as they started to get busy. "Why are you so quiet? Still mad about last night?" Lona whispered. She felt bold. Her hand began to crawl higher, inching toward his groin. She could feel his thigh muscle, hard as a rock beneath her palm. "Didn't you say you were good at disciplining things that were out of place? I’m feeling a little... messy, Daddy. I think I need you to fix me." Lona let out a soft giggle, feeling like she had the upper hand. She was sure Revan was about to snap, just like all the stepfathers before him. She kept stroking his leg, occasionally giving him a little pinch.

"Daddy's at work, Calvin. He's getting busy now." Calvin looked confused. "Daddy's working? Where does he work?" "Daddy works in an office," Celine replied. "He works so he can buy Calvin lots of toys and good food." Calvin's face immediately brightened. "So Daddy is like a superhero? He works to help us?" Celine chuckled and nodded. "Yes, your Daddy is a superhero." Hearing that, Calvin smiled widely, refocusing on his drawing. Meanwhile, Celine was relieved to see her son cheerful again. Although her heart was still full of doubts about Nico, she couldn't ignore Calvin's happiness.

Ninong Butch, my godfather, was Carl’s father. My daddy was a lawyer to high society personalities when he was still alive. He was a senior and beloved partner in a law firm owned by Carl’s grandfather, Lolo Crayton. My dad and my Ninong Butch were as close as brothers. Therefore, Carl wasn’t just like a foster brother while we were growing up. He was a godbrother, too.

she giggled, “you’re pretty feisty today, I’m going to cut us up some fruit, want to watch a movie?” I followed her inside, but she walks faster than I do, when I entered, I heard daddy growling and snarling in his office. I wanted to go and hug him, he says my hugs are the best and always calm him down, but then he started yelling but there was no one else there. He was saying something about mates that he didn’t need or want one, but that’s not true and I know it isn’t. Daddy told me about mates, how one day I’ll meet mine and he will love me forever, like the princes’ in my books. I just can’t imagine leaving my daddy for anyone else, he’s so strong, brave, honest and the most handso

he asked curiously. David shook his head slowly. “Not. Dad decided to become a vegetable farmer only. Utilize a little land behind the house to grow mushrooms and vegetables using the hydroponic method,” he explained. Addy nodded in agreement with his father's plan. "Good. Later, I will be the one to help promote and find middlemen in the market.” Alpha is passionately designing everything in his intelligent brain. With a strong determination, he doesn't want to lose, he has to work hard so that his family's life is no longer lacking.

With a smile because no matter what, he's still my sweet father, I reached him and he enveloped me in a wonderful hug. “What I'm doing?” Then he seemed to chuckle like he was rather amused by my question. “I'm an old man. Old men connect with nature sometimes, or most times. They need it from time to time.” I rolled my eyes. He couldn't be serious. Dad was barely old. He didn't even look it. He was still charming and dashing for his age at least. “Interesting. I hope I never have to do that when I'm old at all. Doesn't look appealing and fun at all.”

One could summarize that he was a king of the jungle who proclaimed contempt for what he himself was. “If I remember, my father worked for his father on this farm. That's why he liked it so much.” The commander smiled, showing a diamond embedded in a molar. “Yes, you were very kind to lend it to me—well, in exchange for the juicy collaboration I donated to your organization.” Diego was getting annoyed with this man.