Oh My Daddy Mga Nobela at Kwento

she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury. "I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.

She seemed even happier than I was, her legs bouncing up and down as she talked. "Okay, fine, we can call your Auntie D…" I approved, because well, I obviously wanted to show her around, too. As soon as she picked up the video call, I handed the phone over to Purity who yelled into the phone, "We got a new store, Auntie D!" I heard Denise scream, "My favorite god daughter! You got a what now?" "A new store, Auntie! Daddy gave mommy one!" She explained while I just stood by the side, grinning so widely, I thought my face would combust from the excitement.

"You're my d-daddy?" Fondness has shown to his both eyes. “Yes, I’m your d-daddy. You are my son,” he replied with a smile. "Mommy?" I nodded and smiled softly. "Really, Mommy?" I nodded again. “Yes, baby. He’s your daddy… Bradley Hernandez.” I was alive and breathing when I didn't even see it sulking in me. His father is the only one who hates me now. “Yey… I already have a daddy. Daddy, come here please. hug me, please, Daddy.”

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

"I hate how work kept me from going. But, you have me now. I'm all yours, Daddy." "I sure do, fuck. What am I going to do with you?" "Before you claim every inch of me, Daddy, I would like to claim your cock first." "Oh, baby. Mmm, Daddy would love that very much, but I would like to claim you first because Daddy misses you the most."

I was at the verge of my orgasm. “Tell me you love daddy and it’s only daddy,” “Yes, I love you, d-daddy,” I couldn’t even form a proper sentence, I was already panting for air, “Tell me only daddy can fuck this baby,” “O-only y-you,” I muffled, “I what? Huh,” “It’s o-nly by-you, d-daddy,” “And there’s no Nathan, it’s me,” “Y--es,”

He left my hand as they hugged his legs and he scouted to their level. There was a switch. Instead of the rude, mean and arrogant man I rode with, he was a gentle, loving father. “Daddy, you promised to be home three hours ago, you are late.” Camilla said, complaining to him. “Stop cam, Daddy just came back.” Jayden said and Camilla pouted while folding her hands on her chest. “I am sorry honey but your brother is right. I will explain when I get inside. I have a surprise for you.” Ethan said.

Taylor's P.O.V I can't believe that dumb motherfucker came back, demanding that I must dance with him. UGH! I mean I thought that after he ended up with a broken nose the first time he'd keep his distance but no, and I couldn't just stand there and let him fondle me like my body is free for all to touch. I had to teach him a lesson, a little painful lesson. I just sit smirking at my well deserved accomplishment zoning out Mave whos talking about some dude he spotted earlier....he is such a whore.

"You're dripping... Fucking love it. So tight baby," "Please, Daddy, let me cum, I can't hold it," I cried.

"You signed a contract, Melissa. If you resign without a valid reason in the first six months, you'll owe BuzzFeed ten times your monthly salary. Think about that." Smirking, Melissa met his threat head on, her voice confident. "I'll take my chance, Robert. You can shove your contract. I'm not afraid of you." She swiftly exited the karaoke lounge. The night breeze clearing her alcohol-addled mind. As she stepped into the embrace of the cool night, her phone buzzed, drawing her attention. A gentle smile graced her lips as she answered the call from her five-year-old son, Jason. "Hey, sweetheart." Her voice filled with tenderness. "I thought you went to bed already. Did you miss mommy? Don't w