Peerless Dad Raw Novels & Stories

Unable to hold back anymore, Uncle Dennis slammed the glass in his hand onto the floor. "Enough! Trevor, that's a human life we're talking about! How can you say things like that? Julian's weak, so you sent him to his death? That's murder!" "I did not commit murder!" Dad shrieked hysterically. "I did it for his own good! I wanted to make him strong, to be able to make it in this world! Is that so wrong? Huh? Was I wrong?"

,she almost whimpers, but dad just winks at her. "Your fine honey. That right there is what pisses me off" Dad points at the nurse," You're going after mated males for thrills and sex which I find disgusting. " "Says the male who fucked strippers and clubvwhores almost daily",Someone says and dad growls his eyes flashing golden.

Dad’s a respectable 5’9” with warm light brown hair, ocean blue eyes and light skin and he’s buff as all get out. “It’s just not fair. You’ve trained me since I was a pup, I could take on those dickheads any day. You know I can,” I say dejectedly. My dad is a warrior, and my mum is an aerobics instructor in the city. Fitness is basically ingrained in my DNA. “I do know that. I wish they could see how amazing you are,” he says, lifting my chin up. “They will one day. Now go, and remember to keep to the tree line,” he warns.

Soon, a copy of the file was brought out in front of everyone. The police played the video right there in the living room. The footage was heartbreakingly clear, capturing that snowy afternoon three days ago. Everyone could see how Dad had furiously shoved me toward the balcony in a fit of rage and how I had slipped on the icy floor and plunged through the gaps in the railing. In the video, my brief, desperate cry could be heard. The moment that footage played, Dad shattered inside. He collapsed onto the floor, screaming like a lunatic, "I didn't mean to! I swear I didn't mean to! I just wanted to teach him a lesson! I never wanted him to die!"

Chelsea. Being fucked and eaten by Daddy yesterday, then waking up to the sound of my own mother screaming and moaning for his cock this morning… it was everything you’d see in high-definition p**n. Raw. Filthy. Wrong in the most addictive way possible. I lay in bed replaying it all — the way Daddy had stretched me open on his exam table, the brutal thrusts that made me see stars, the way he’d devoured my pussy like a starving man on his desk.

But I freeze at the sight in front of me, unable to move my lips. Fuck. “Good morning, Mr Pearce” Jeff greeted my dad, shooting me a worried glance. Fuck. My dad walked in elegantly with the grace of someone in his 30s. Calm, composed, and really at ease with his body. If not for how his lips twitch from time to time then I would have been fooled. This wasn't a normal visit. Hell to the fuck no. Each twitch represents ice-cold fury wrapped in a carefully constructed cool demeanour. Double fuck.

The silent show of solidarity helped and hurt at the same time. Dad didn’t waste time. “Your mother is a wreck. The entire family is fielding calls. I’ve seen the pictures. The stories. Tell me this isn’t what it looks like, that you’re not some rich man’s plaything who threw away a decent career for… whatever this is.” Heat flooded my face. “It’s not like that. Aiden and I are together. Seriously.” “Seriously?” Dad leaned forward. “You’ve lost weight. You barely contact us. Your work has dried up. Articles are saying he controls your schedule, your movements. That you’ve got some… arrangement. Breeding fetish nonsense. Is that true?”

Six years ago, Amelia Hart was drugged by her jealous step-sister, Vanessa, and unknowingly spent the night with a stranger. Weeks later, Amelia discovered she was pregnant. Instead of receiving support, her wealthy family branded her a disgrace and threw her out. Heartbroken, she left the country and raised her children alone. Now, Amelia has returned as a successful CEO with three extraordinary six-year-old triplets. Emma is a hacking genius, Ethan is a business prodigy, and Eli is a gifted martial artist. Curious about their father, the children secretly investigate and discover that he is Damian Blackwood, the country's youngest billionaire. But Damian doesn't know they exist. D

Dad raised a brow in my direction and I crossed my arms over my chest. “What are you, my doctor?” “Close enough.” “Your grandfather drank a bottle of whiskey every day and he is very healthy.” “My grandfather is a senile old man that everyone hates in the business world. Is that the look you’re going for?” “I’ll tell him you said that.” “He’ll agree with me,” I shot back unable to keep the smile off my face. “Go to sleep dad, and call off these bonding exercises for fucks sake.” “Was it bad?” he asked and I shot him a bland look. “I want to kid, but, I can’t. I have to be a man of my word and you all need to get along.”

"Daddy's still pissed though, he ought to at least reply to his broadcast message with something. " Autumn's dad was the president of Lush Quarters, a post that was voluntary and had nothing to do with the building super. He admined the buildings group page along with the super and was responsible for gathering opinions about matters arising from the tenants and presenting them to the super and things like that. Mr Patterns, Autumn's dad, who was a vet by day, took his voluntary post very seriously. Kiersey shrugged and picked the bowl back up. She pretended not to notice the fixed look Peyton was giving her. Seriously, could anything pass that girl by?