No Cake,no Dad,no Mercy Novels & Stories

The silence that follows is heavy with everything we’re not saying, all the ways our family fell apart and can’t quite figure out how to come back together. Then his voice shifts, gets quieter and more serious. “Just be careful, Cass.” “What do you mean?” “People with money like that, they don’t care about people like us. They’ll use you up and spit you out the second you’re not useful anymore. I’ve seen it happen.” “It’s not like that—” “I’m serious. Whatever you think you have with them, whatever relationship you think you’re building, it’s not real. You’re staff. You’re help. And the second they decide you’re not worth keeping around, you’re gone.”

"ʍaʏɮɛ ɮɛċaʊsɛ ʝt ʝs ռօ ʟօռɢɛʀ ʍʏ քʀօɮʟɛʍ, ʏօʊ ɢʊʏs ɢօt ʍɛ ɮaռɨsɦ, ռօ օռɛ stօօɖ ʊք ʄօʀ ʍɛ օʀ ʍʏ աɨʄɛ ʏօʊ aʟʟ sat tɦɛʀɛ aռɖ ɖɨɖ ռօtɦɨռɢ! աɦʏ sɦօʊʟɖ ɨ ċaʀɛ ɦʊɦ?, � �ɛċaʊsɛ օʄ ʍʏ ʄaʏɦɛʀ, ʍʏ ҡɨɖs ɦaʋɛ ɦaʀɖ ʟɨʋɛs ʍʏ աɨʄɛ aռɖ ɨ ʄɨռɖ ɨt ɦaʀɖ tօ sʊʀʋɨʋɛ" "ɨ'ʍ sօʀʀʏ, ʄօʀɢɨʋɛ ʍɛ, ɮʊt ɨ stɨʟʟ staռɖ օռ աHat ɨ saɨɖ" My dad walks to the front door and open it "I think is time to go?" "But I can't we still haven't talked about war and"

We're still on the welcome part. I stepped further and my heart skipped. The cake is three layers tall. With ivory and gold leaves, fresh white orchids cascading down the side. To my left is Dad, standing beside Trevor's parents. Dad looked so amazing in his suit. Standing out. He blew a kiss and I caught it laughing, Then I heard squealing behind me. “Kehlani!”

Brian knelt down between my legs. "I think I should taste more of your tight pussy Maeve." Brian said. Opening my legs again, I looked down to see his big brown eyes widen and said,” You have coloured your pink pussy red, baby girl. I am loving it.” "Mmm you have to be always this open for your step daddy!" He looked up into my deep blue eyes as they smiled back him. "Yes!" I giggled back. "Then I think Maeve, your daddy should give your wet pussy a good licking."

"Lael... if this is a game to protect your inheritance—" "It's not about the damn inheritance!" Lael cut him off, his voice suddenly sharp with an intensity that sounded terrifyingly genuine. He turned in his chair, grabbing my chin gently between his fingers and turning my face to meet his right in front of the camera. "I don't give a damn about the trust fund, Dad. I care about her." My breath hitched. The entire room went dead silent. Lael didn't break eye contact with me. His dark eyes were burning, searching mine with a raw, suffocating focus that made my heart hammer violently against my ribs. For three agonizing seconds, the rest of the world completely melted away.

For the first time, Grandma prepared a hearty meal for Dad as a reward. But that same night, Dad secretly drugged Mom, causing her to miscarry. Blood ran down her legs, soaking the floor. Mom's eyes burned with fury as she kicked Dad in the chest. "You bastard! How dare you make me lose my child!" Dad fell to the ground, his face drained of color, but his eyes burned with resolve. He said slowly and firmly, "I'll never allow another child of mine to be born from a human trafficker like you! Every child you bring into this world is a curse!"

My heart must have skipped in fear, but I wasn't; I didn't see any reason to be ashamed here. “We promised Mom we wouldn't talk about that, Whit,” Destiny said, but Whitney didn't give a shit. “Listen, I don't care how many people you want to fulfill your dirty fantasies, just don't ask for my respect because you are a shitty dad; you don't deserve it.” She almost walked past him, but Gerald held her back by the arm. Whitney tried to free herself, but his hold was firm. “Your mother can't take care of you anymore.” “What?”

I asked. "You can't get saved if one of them don't get hurt "Dad further explained. What the hell ?.... Does that means you don't care about their lives ?" I asked. "That's not what I mean,Ana can you let me have my meal first "Dad replied and used his fork and started munching on the food. Bullshit! "You know what? ,am off "I said stood up and left . I hate their sense of aspect . * Mia pov

Everything is a diaster. I know it’s temporary, but that doesn’t change the fact that a shit storm has hit. Cade is fucking mess. Dad and I tried talking to him about letting me take over for him, so he could get himself together, but that stubborn asshole wouldn't step down. He was being difficult, and of course, right as he’s throwing a tantrum like a toddler, I get a message from Everly that she needs me. I knew it was serious, and I tried to leave right away, but Cade started beating Dad.

Celeste (voice steady, small, huge): “I spent fifteen years thinking I had to earn the right to exist out loud. Then I spent one year learning I already belonged. Tonight… I’m seventeen, and I’m not asking permission anymore. Not from gods. Not from cities. Not from mirrors. I’m just… here. With you. And that’s enough.” The fire flares white for a heartbeat (my power answering without being asked). Then it settles back to ordinary orange. Remy pulls me into him again. Remy (whisper): “More than enough.” Mom hands me a slice of papanasi the size of my head. Dad pretends he’s not crying. Seras starts a chant that’s half “speech” and half “cake.”