My Daddy Is A Cultivator Novels & Stories

“ Dad, I can not and will not do that . You breached that aspect of me so why should I do that now all because of your wife ?. She is a devil . She hates me and wants everything for her daughter , do you pretend not to see that too ? ” Isabella rants without mincing words . “ I thought we have passed this Isa . I thought you said I could go ahead and do whatever i wanted to did you not ? ” “ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ”

Damian sat across from them, watching them with soft eyes. “Daddy, can I have more cheese?” Katty asked. “Sure. Add anything you want tonight,” Damian replied, handing over the menu. “Daddy just got paid.” Alva looked serious. “What’s a paycheck?” “Money from work,” Damian explained softly. “Daddy works as a ‘cleaning hero.’ If the office floor is dirty, Daddy cleans it.” Delya smiled proudly. “So Daddy’s awesome! Without Daddy, everyone could slip and fall.”

he says but I still don't get it, my eyes says it all. "Mia, princess, you are our princess, the Gionni family princess, we aren't people to mess with, father was a businessman legally and illegally. He built a kingdom, he was the king but you are the princess, his last order was to protect you, we would do that, all of us" Daddy says. "Dad was a mafia man?" I ask him, was he? "Yes he was" daddy says looking at me worriedly. "Cool!" I say, well that's something new for me.

I can see the warmth in Daddy's eyes as he looks me over. He's so proud of me. I'm his little girl and I beat the system, or so he puts it. Daddy's a blue-collar guy from head to toe, and his construction job is the only thing he's known for a good ten years. His hours aren't even normal, going in when the sun's dying so he can come back late at night.

But then again, why exactly would he even agree to be with someone like me? “Lana?” Dad called and I looked up from stacking the plates in their rightful places. I wiped my hands on a napking, then took off my apron and hurried through the bustling work space and met my dad who was in the small manager’s office. Daddy is the best cook in the world, back at home on our farm he had a really nice restaurant that used to belong to our grandparents. It wasn’t great but it was good enough.

It's good that Dylan can be trusted. Because Daddy is very confident in this, apart from being obedient, he is also smart about business. It is said that Tito Cedric's deceased son, Clive, also took pity on it. He is said to be very talented and all the characteristics of being the CEO of the company are here. Fortunately, that Clive taught him a bit. If only he hadn't died, maybe he would still reconcile with me. "Take Mandy too." Daddy added . I immediately looked at it. "What?!" Did I hear right?

Daddy shut his eyes when Tito came in for him. "It's our home, Dad. Memories there." agap ko. "Please." I cried as Tita comforted me. I don’t know how that ended. I'm just thankful that they convinced my father not to sell our land. But the non-replacement is that I don't work. Daddy don't want me to take risk. I understand that, but were broke and our money wasn't that sufficient enough.

my stepmother said to me. "I've lost my appetite," Daddy stood up abruptly and left the table. Even though he hadn't finished eating, he left the food and went to the living room. I was hurt by what Daddy did. He used to often praise and be proud of me, but I feel that his love for me as a hid child still has reservations. Now it seems like he is just forced to face me because of Evo. He is afraid that Evo will not buy the land he is selling and it will just go to waste.

When most people hear the word ‘cult’ they think about sacrifices and blood rituals. But for me, being part of The Order means freedom. It means exploring the heights of my passions and expressing my truest self in an environment that’s safe. Daddy calls it the safe zone. Daddy or Zachariah Archibald is an old motherfucker, who had discovered me shaking ass for cash at the white cube club. He had been charming and a few weeks later, I hadn’t been able to resist when he’d invited me on a weekend trip to the Cayman island.

CHAPTER 04 "Mom! Dad! I'm outta here! My ride's here!" I yelled from the backyard. Mom was outside doing laundry, and Dad was showering in the well—he was heading off to work. Dad worked the rice paddies owned by the Sullivaños, the richest family in our Davao village. "Okay, sweetie! Be careful. Is Rowela with you?" He asked, referring to my friend and classmate. "Yep, Mom. She's waiting in the trike. The lazy bum didn't even get out," I said, and Mom chuckled at my nickname for her.