Peerless Dad Raw Novels & Stories

This cause Yan Yang's hazel eyes, to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss had......... A father and son relationship??

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

Bex laughs, and I nod. "Who is he?" Alaric looks at her. "Max's father is friends with the Dean, makes considerable donations, and has done so for a few years." Bex explains. "Four years ago, his older son was there. He was just as bad as Max, but nothing got done. He got warnings, verbal, not recorded so it appeared like he had a perfect record. People know, so no one even wastes time reporting Max and his behaviour." "His last name, please, Bex?" Alaric looks at her.

Deep inside, he was feeling his heart beat for the very first time. A while ago when Alexander collected the DNA test report from Jake who took it from the doctors who worked all night to get it done, he felt really anxious because he wanted the result to come out positive. And just when Alexander saw the DNA test report, he could feel his lips acting on its own. He was smiling for the very first time!. Everything came out 99.99%. He was the Father of the Kids and Mina was their mommy!. "Mommy, are you okay?". Tyler curiously asked, but Mina didn't reply immediately.

“Please forgive me. Also don't get mad at mum and Niccolo, I made them keep it a secret from you because I didn't want you to worry.” “Pumpkin, you're scaring me,” Dad said, moving closer. “Are you alright?” “Yes but about two months ago, I got drugged and was almost raped by someone,” I breathed out, and my dad's face fell. As for mine and Niccolo's relationship, I had told Niccolo that I would inform my dad about it later that week. “Who was that someone?” Dad finally asked, and I swallowed harshly. “Erik Dartmond,” I replied. “He's the-”

I knew immediately that I had to help mom; that any resolution might appear harsh to anyone who had not seen these recordings. As for that vignette, it ended with the young punk having dad put mom on his desk; he proceeded to fuck her with amazing ferocity and speed; the fact that he pulled out and all he could tinkle was four pathetic drops was amazing. She didn't need the pill and a diaphragm for THAT dude. When I replayed the DVD another time, with headphones this time, I actually heard mom 'coo' sarcastically to her old man that this young punk had come with twice the spend that he (dad) produced. Wow, what a wimp dad was if this guy's joke-like four droplets put him to shame.

I pecked his lips. "And we love each other." We pulled away to see my parents. "You deflower my daughter, I'll bury you." Dad told him. "You realize I'm already dead." Evan said to him. Dad just rolled his eyes. "She's pure. Do.Not.Deflower.Her." with that said, he made a run to his room. "He's moody, one of the clients got super annoying and kept changing her order and your dad was this close to draining her." Mom sighed. We laughed.

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t say it to my face.” “Okay, so you may be all that,” I said, “But you’re also an amazing father to your daughters. All ten of my children adore you. You’ve also saved my life countless times. You raised Milly into an angel. You home-schooled her, loved her, protected her, and when getting the amulet, you were willing to die for her. My point is, you may be prickly. But underneath you love intensely and will do anything for those you care about. So drop the facade and be who you really are. Your Dad isn’t here to criticise you. Everyone left in your life will be happy to meet the real Max.”

" Being a quintillionaire's son all about JL is on the media. He is like the small god. The precious son. His heart couldn't be triggered by old news. He just won't survive it. Once a student TD had caused JL pain . JL's heart was triggered and he barely survive the attack. His brain went into turmoil and we all could only imagine how much Mr Lawn, his father spent. His dad makes many donation to the school and makes everyone promise not to trigger his son's anxiety. I love Mr Lawn, he is the perfect dad for JL "

It’s my dad’s voice screaming. “Turn that off!” “Look mum isn’t this you? Dad?” “Turn that off!” My breathing gets weird. Short. Fast. Like I ran up ten flights of stairs but I didn’t. My chest feels tight, hot, like someone lit a match inside it. “My father, Andrew Wilson…” I hear myself. At the funeral. Standing there in black. “Was a dick.” Gasps. “You call him a visionary.” “And I hope his murderer of a wife joins him soon.”