My Hero Daddy Novels & Stories

"Amara needs to know the truth, Sophie. She deserves to know that I'm her father, not just some stranger." “What is going on, mom?” Amara asked again, tightening her grip on my hand, “Is he our dad? Have..have you been lying to us, mom?” My heart ached as I met Amara's gaze, her innocent eyes searching mine for answers. I couldn't deny her the truth any longer, but explaining the complexities of our situation to her was a daunting task. I took a deep breath and spoke honestly yet gently, "Amara, sweetheart, M..Mr. Hero is right. He is your father, and we are working through some grown-up issues. We both love you very much, and we'll always be here for you." I smiled, hoping she would let it

Jayden grimaced softly, understanding Aria's attitude. "Juan, Daddy's hero. How are you, Hero?" Jayden asked, turning his gaze to his son. He was holding Juan in his arms. The toddler, who could only lie there, smiled at his father. This made Jayden feel so happy. The man gave Juan a few affectionate kisses on the cheek. It was clear Jayden missed his only child deeply.

"What are you making, daddy?" She whispers under her breath, her voice is sultry as fuck, it sends signals of pure pleasure straight to my brain. If only she knew the effects that calling me daddy has on me. Or maybe she does. The little nymph. I wouldn't put it past her.

CHAPTER 38 SOPHIA's POV I was cruising along the highway, en route to meet up with Jason, when my phone buzzed, lighting up with my dad's name on the caller ID. I grinned and tapped the answer button. "Hey, Dad!" "Hey there, superstar!" My dad's voice was warm and familiar, instantly putting me at ease. "How's my favorite daughter doing today?" I chuckled. "Dad, you only have one daughter." He laughed heartily. "That's right, and you're the best one! How's everything going?"

The large one. "What?" My father stood up, the chair falling behind him at the force he used to unfold his height. "Sit down, Henry!" Alpha Caden said, his expression serene and stern at the same time. My father did just that. No one could deny the Alpha's command. I am starting to think he relishes on seeing people do as he said because he has the fucking tilte. monster!

Maybe… “Tell him Daddy misses him.” Everything inside me stopped. Lungs refused to draw breath. Heart thudded painfully. Vision blurred. Tell him… Daddy misses him? I waited for him to correct himself, to laugh and say, “I mean Uncle Sam.” Anything. But he didn’t. His voice remained tender, warm—tender in a way he had not been toward the life growing inside me. And in that moment, the truth settled like ice: He wasn’t talking about his nephew or Veronica’s children.

I should be happy and thankful and I was. My eyes trailed over the gorgeous man whose hand gripped my wrist tighter as he tugged me down the streets of Milan, saying something about the buildings we would be going to see next. Theodore Blackwell was golden to me, I never thought I would be in this deep. I should have stopped while I could, god I should have ended this between us while I could. My father was everything until he killed himself. Mother was barely there as I grew. Damon was my world, until the asshole sunk me into debt and disappeared into thin air. The sunlight caught the strands of his thick dark hair, making them shimmer in the light. Theodore was golden to me.

With my father gone for golf with his buddies, I had at least an hour, and I didn't want to waste it, so sitting in his chair, which still smelled of him, I went into his computer files to search for the videos that brought heaven to my eyes, and bingo, he was just in the middle of editing one. “Oh yes.” I said and then stood up and pulled my shorts down. I didn't have any panties on, so we were good. Quickly I pulled my top up so my little tits were free, then I parted my legs and played the video, and what a bonus! The video was about a stepdaddy and stepdaughter, just my fantasy and what I've been craving lately. “Ah yes, Daddy." The girl in the video cried out as the man slammed his cock

“Adriano… Please…" She begged, her voice cracking with desperation. His eyes grew darker, harder, the playful cruelty giving way to something more intense and more feral. His hand shot up and fisted in her hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands and pulling her head back sharply. The sting of it made her gasp, her throat exposed and vulnerable, her eyes forced to meet his. "Dare you call me by my name again. It's daddy for you, babygirl,” his voice was low and lethal, each word a warning wrapped in velvet.

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.