No Cake,no Dad,no Mercy Novels & Stories

He pinned them to the mattress on either side of her hips, his grip firm and unyielding. "When Daddy is on your body," he growled, his eyes blazing up at her from between her thighs, "you need to learn that every single action of yours must be with permission." His voice dropped even lower, becoming something dark and dangerous and devastatingly arousing. "Do you understand me, you naughty, cock-loving slut?" The words were followed by a sharp spank directly to her pussy, making her back arch off the mattress. "Fuck! Y... yes! Yes, daddy!" Anny cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles went white.

“Product moves tonight. Money moves tonight. No phone calls, no texts, no names. If anything leaks, I don’t care whose uniform you wear or whose vote you buy, I’ll burn the whole chain starting with whoever spoke first.” They don’t argue. I walk to the door, pause, look back. “Tell P**e to bring the samples up. We’ll finish the taste in the back room. Then everyone goes home to their respectable lives.” Enzo opens the door for me. The roar of the crowd below is still going, another fight starting. I don’t smile. Cake won her fight. Now it’s time for mine.

The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up his own lungs. He kept muttering in a broken voice, "No… This is impossible… Ewan…" The young police officer who had been staring at Dad all along shot him a look as sharp as a knife. His voice dripped with anger and contempt as he said, "You call this a prank? Your child has been dead for more than three days and you didn't even notice. How do you call yourself a father?"

I recalled how they were always leaving early and coming home late, their bodies covered in bloody knife scars, shouting about running into cops again today. Thinking of how the news constantly showed criminals being arrested and thrown into prison, I couldn’t drag them into this. When I looked up again, I tried one last time to plead. “Ms. Jones, my dad… is all working out of town. He’s far away and can’t come. “Can’t I just… write an apology letter? I’ll apologize and even accept disciplinary punishment. Just please don’t call them, okay?”

Ana pursed her lips, revealing a dot on her cheeks, as she chuckled in quiet mockery, “Whose father will skip their daughter's birthday if they dont know they have another daughter outside?” “I–” Ana finally looked at him, dead in the eyes. Those dark with a hint of emerald hue, identical to his own, met his gaze without a flicker, “Can you do it? I won’t bother you with my other birthdays in return.” “I won’t need you to be present anymore.” “Father.” That single word at the end made Lancer chest tighten, feeling some difficulty breathing as he quickly dismissed his daughter's words in a panic. “Nonsense.”

“Is this what your mother did to me because the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Are you really my child or just a pinned pregnancy on me by your stupid mother?” His words cut deep into my heart as the tears flowed freely from my eyes. The stinging pain on my cheeks radiated throughout my face that I suddenly had a headache. But the pain did not compare to the one that threatened to tear out my heart. “Dad, why would you…” “Shut up!” He shouted back at me immediately, landing the second slap on my face and I found my body flung to one side of the room. “I did not get my daily allowance the day before yesterday and yesterday, why is that so?”

” Cummings ~”Can you give me a minute with my hard ass daughter? Lucy leaves the room and my father takes the chair in front of me. Kayley ~”Daddy are you going to give me the speech?” Cummings ~”No I am not even going to try, I know you not going to listen to me anyway.” Kayley ~”Is this going to make me cry, Lucy will smack me if I mess up my make up again.” Cummings ~”I hope not because she will smack me too.” Kayley ~”Okay let's hear it then.”

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

"Bastard! You still won't admit it. Agnes almost died because of you. If anything had happened to her, I would have made you pay with your life." The slap left my ears ringing. His voice blurred into a faint hum as I stared at him, watching his mouth open and close, his face twisted into a grotesque shape that continued to haunt me for years afterward. It surfaced again now, clear and sharp in my mind. Dad ended the call abruptly and glanced again at the bloody heart on the floor. His brow furrowed. I followed his gaze. The heart no longer even looked like a heart. The surface was coated with bits of something shiny, probably scraps of confetti left over from Helen's birthday celebration. Th

"What gives you the right to burn my father's belongings? They don't belong to you. You have no right to touch them." The man let out a scornful laugh and shoved me again. The back of my skull cracked against the wall, and my vision went black for a second as a sharp ringing filled my ears. "What gives us the right? You not paying gives us the right. That's how things work in this funeral home." His tone was pure arrogance, and he was grinning now. "You said we don't have the authority? Fine. Ten minutes. You've got exactly ten minutes to come up with the money, and if you don't, I'll let you see for yourself just how much authority we have.