No Cake,no Dad,no Mercy Novels & Stories

Dylan looked like he wanted to ask exactly what I had done to satisfy his father, but a subtle nod from Horace made him stay quiet. As long as his father was happy. And it wasn’t like he would ever suspect his soft, obedient wife of letting his father eat her out in the office. Bile rose in my throat. The urge to throw up nearly overwhelmed me. My life had turned into a soap opera. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I had let my father-in-law have me in ways that were completely forbidden. I was furious. Furious that Dylan had never shown me a picture or properly described his father. Furious that I had let my emotions override my common sense and let a stranger touch me like that.

I sigh, my eyes dropping to avoid his. "You’re allowed to grieve, Izzy," he whispers, his voice softer now. I let out a bitter laugh. "Me? Grieve for the man who broke Gray’s jaw when he was a child? For the man who beat my mother until she couldn’t stand? He doesn’t deserve it. It would be wrong." "No one would hate you for it—not your mum, not Gray. At some point, you need to accept that your dad is dead and let yourself feel something." He pauses, his voice calm but firm. "It’s okay to miss him, even if he was a terrible person."

Charlotte's POV The moment my fingers touched my cheek, tears started rolling down. In my last life, even if I caused big trouble, Layson would just pat my head and pretend to scold me. But now, he had actually slapped me. My werewolf blood gave me faster regenerative powers than most humans, but it didn't ease the pain on my face. This wasn't just physical pain—it felt like a blade striking at my soul. That night, when I went back to my room, I got word that my documents were ready. I called my father. "Dad, could you book me a train ticket for tomorrow night? I want to leave as soon as possible."

My dad's voice calling for someone to bring more napkins. "They're cutting your dad's cake soon," Grayson whispers, his cock dragging against my g-spot with every slow thrust. "Think you can cum before we have to go watch him blow out his candles? Cum on his best friend's cock and then go smile for photos with my load dripping down your legs?" "Yes—fuck—please, Daddy, make me cum—" "Touch yourself." He adjusts his grip on my thighs. "Rub that pretty clit while I fuck you. Show me how you made yourself cum that night, thinking about watching me."

The sadistic pleasure in his eyes only deepened as he saw my desperation. "Please, Dad, have mercy," I begged, my voice breaking. "He's just a baby. Don't do this. I'm your daughter, that's your grandchild, how coukd you do this?" "Mercy?" Dad sneered, his finger tightening on the trigger. "You think you deserve mercy after lying to me? After hiding this from me? I am the head of this family, and I will not be made a fool of. I gave you freedom for one night and this is the consequence of it. You didn't deserve it, you don't deserve anything good. You have brought shame to my name. You are not my daughter and this is not my grandchild, he never will be."

His words bring me a sense of relief, and I look at him, asking, “Why did you keep all of this from me? Do you have any idea how overwhelmed I've been since learning that I'm the Queen of Hell and the Princess of Vampires?” Dad's eyes widen in disbelief as he exclaims, “Are you seriously claiming to be the queen of hell?” His tone is filled with skepticism, as if he cannot fathom the idea that his own child could possess such a title. “Father, please do not give me that look of disbelief. The fiery creatures that we both know to be Hell's soldiers. Have informed me that Uncle Lucy was slain by a man named Mercy, and that a war is imminent,” I plead with my father, feeling frustrated that he

"Need to cum? Come to me tonight, Camille. I'll be waiting with a car by the corner beside your house." I gave a nod just before Dad reached us. "Look what I got you," Dad looked mighty pleased with himself as he handed over the parcel. I unwrapped it to see a strawberry foil cake glaring up at me. "They had the loveliest pastries. And I remembered strawberry's your favorite." "Aww thanks Dad," I said in a falsetto. What I needed was an orgasm, the one he had just denied me, not strawberry cake. Over the next few hours, I tried to get Gav alone, but Dad wouldn't leave him, and they got all wrapped up in their stupid game.

“Harlow and you need these.” Kade stares. “No.” “It says My Dad is Cooler Than Yours. Imagine the photos.” His sigh is painful. “Rook.” “You’re already wearing one questionable hoodie, what’s another?” I grin, nodding toward Harlow. “For her, Mercer. Don’t deprive your daughter.” Kade rubs a hand over his face, accepting his fate. "Rook," he growls. “Yes, Daddy?” I say again, just to push him over the edge.

I cooed “You guys remembered” “Of course, we did” Declan said. “How could we forget?” Damon added. “This is for you, mummy” Delina said, stretching out her hand to give me the cake. I took the cake and put it aside. “How did you guys manage to get a cake?” I asked them. “With our money” Damon said proudly. I laughed “What money are you talking about?” “We’ve been saving some money” Damon explained “We gave it to Uncle Jack to help us get a cake. He didn’t even want to use our money but we told him to because we wanted to do something special for you”

the crowd riots with no compassion. "Dad! No one deserves dead!" says a young fellow who is accompanying his dad for his first time to his soon to be park gathering. "Shut up stupid boy! And let no one hears you, talkless of the prince. You have to abide by everything which happens here or you die. And soon you will be an entire member!" his dad instantly retorts at his recklessness. "This will serve as a message to anyone who dares fuck with me! Tell them, prince Adams of the Caelum Clan has no mercy. I declare a death sentence!" I rule with no mercy, as I earlier said, traitors, disgust me.