No Cake,no Dad,no Mercy Novels & Stories

A smirk of satisfaction formed on his lips, then with one more act, he pulled his finger out, then slammed it right back into my pussy. “Arghhhhhhhh!!!” I screamed, with tears rolling out of my eyes while I tried so fucking hard to loosen myself from the ropes. “Cum for me…” He said in a sweet tone. “Fucking cum on my fingers while I let you have the fucking taste of your sweet self. Cum…” My skin prickled, and my back arched completely, but just as I was going to cum, a loud knock suddenly filled the air, and a voice followed. “Hey… Dad, we are not done talking about the setup.”

Winona smiled coquettishly and smugly, asking him, "You don't like your mom?" Zac's delicate face immediately showed disgust, and his tone became vicious. "I hate her! I hate my mom the most. All she does is force me to learn piano and painting. She also forces me to study! I hate her! She's disgusting!" The son I had carried for months before having a difficult birth was slandering me in front of outsiders. His father just listened quietly and indifferently. All his attention was on Winona. It seemed I was greedy to ever think I could get the love of this pair of father and son.

“Both of them. Set them free from La Cosa Nostra. I don’t want my grandchildren living this way.” My father’s breathing hard through his nose, so heavy I start to worry he’s having a heart attack. I wouldn’t be surprised if the cigars and bourbon finally did him in. He lifts a finger and points it at Alex. Alex doesn’t flinch. I’m not surprised, because he is a badass in his own right now, too, but it still takes palle. “You ever hurt her, you cheat on her, I’ll cut your motherfucking balls off.” My dad sounds so mean, it takes us all a moment to realize he’s just conceded.

I thought, "Dad, the show is finally over. It's time for me to take a bow. I hope that in my next life, I'll be born into an ordinary family. We don't have to be rich, and I don't have to be especially smart. I just want parents who truly love me. I don't want any lies or schemes. Even if we can barely get by, I'd gladly take that over this." A light closed in around me. The wind scattered me into countless flecks of light, and I vanished completely between heaven and earth. Rain started pounding down on the cakes without mercy. The pink cream and red strawberry sauce ran everywhere, mixing with the dirt until it all turned into a sludgy mess. From a distance, it looked like a heap of mangle

I'll kill myself, I will kill myself. Upon seeing everyone occupied, I began to crawl to him, not caring that my knees were grinding as they moved against the harsh ground. Physical pain right now was not in any way comparable to the numbness I felt throughout my body and soul. “I was kind to all of you, wasn't I? How dare you all betray me?!” Dad was on the ground, Mom sending harsh punches his way, his face almost pressed in, her guards had to pull her away from him after all his guards were mercilessly beaten into unconsciousness.

I pull on fresh workout gear and sneakers and make my way to the kitchen. Dad is half-asleep, resting against Mum, who’s perched on his knee. “Morning,” I yawn. He groans. “How are you even awake? You guys were up late.” I frown. “We didn’t make any noise…” “Caden told me,” Mum cuts in. “He looked like a zombie. I asked if he gave in and marked you—finally ended the suffering.” “You want him to mark me?” I ask, stunned. She nods. “The pain you’re both feeling is too much. Your dad and I agree—you need to sort your shit out before one of you dies from it. I’m not letting my kids kill themselves over one damn year.”

We walked over to the cake table that was just off to the side. Colt picked up the knife and offered it to me. Shaking my head no, he went ahead and cut the cake. Cutting a small piece. However, when he pulled the cake back, it was lemon flavor. I absolutely hated lemon cake. Taking a deep breath, I wasn’t going to make a scene. Colt frowned as he looked at dad. Following his gaze, I saw Ann smiling brightly.

On the day my uncle, Steve Chapman, showed signs of heart failure, my mother, Irina Cress, drugged my father, Sean Chapman, and placed him on the surgery table. His heart was taken by force and transplanted into Steve, which extended Steve’s life for an additional 10 years. I left home after that incident and studied hard. I eventually earned admission to a medical research university because I ranked first in my class. After 10 years, I developed an artificial heart and became a sought‑after expert in the medical field. Many people came to me and hoped to be placed on the list for an artificial heart. My assistant, Lewis Henderson, handed me the latest list of applicants. Steve’s name ap

I pleaded as Rafael drags me to the table that contains my cake. “Any last words?” “Princess, we love you, okay? Always remember that everything we did is for you, and we're happy we got to be your parents even if it was for a short time” dad says as he seems to conclude that begging won't help them “Don't be like us. Move on, don't let guilt or anger get the best of you, don't seek rev--” His words were cut short as The deafening sound of a gunshot was heard.

While a killer was dismembering me, my father was busy throwing a coming-of-age party for my adopted younger sister. When I called him for help, all I heard on the other end of the line was his venomous voice. "What kind of act are you putting on this time? If you want to die, hurry up and do it! Just stay out of my sight!" The next day, Dad went back to the police station to investigate a dismemberment case that had shocked the entire city. He gathered every clue the killer had left behind. What he never once suspected was that the body being pieced back together belonged to the biological daughter he hated so much.