Perverted Father Novelas e Histórias

My father took my mother for the operation, but unfortunately, she didn't make it, leaving him with a debt to pay despite the unsuccessful outcome. Two weeks passed, and my father was unable to pay the money. He pleaded with Levi for more time, who offered two options: either my father would indulge in human trafficking or marry me off to him. My father rejected both offers, saying he would pay the debt. However, after struggling to gather the money, he eventually accepted Levi's demand to marry me off. But I refused and ran away from my birth pack, unwilling to live with someone as heartless as Levi, known as "The Son of the Devil."

“Three times today, princess. Filled this tight little cunt while he was texting you like a worried puppy. He was right outside that door, and you were in here naked, legs wrapped around Daddy, whimpering as I came inside you again. How’s that feel, baby? Knowing your man’s hunting for his sweet girlfriend while she’s dripping his father’s load?” “Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his

“Please. I know you’re angry, but we can talk about this. We can figure something out—” “There is nothing to figure out.” His voice echoed flatly. “You made your choice when you stood before the packs and declared your shame. You chose your perversion over your duty.” “It’s not a choice, Father! It’s who I am!” “Then you are no son of mine.​​​​​​​“

“Living at home—if I could use that word because it wasn’t a home at all—was…it was…not fun. It was the opposite of fun. My father… well, I’d liken him to the devil, but that would be doing Satan a serious disservice. I don’t think the devil himself could be as bad as my father was. I saw him do terrible things to other people. Other men. But never women. Unless that woman was my mother, though he never hit her. He was too controlled for that. Instead, he controlled her in every other way possible. She was like a puppet, a zombie, doing what he wanted. She was strung out on prescription meds to make her biddable, but also probably because it was the only way she could survive getting through

“He’s in the back. Helping me with some… heavy lifting. He’s a strong boy. Very… eager to please.” I could hear the lecherous undertone in his voice, the unspoken meaning behind his words. Mr. Henderson was a pervert. A dirty old man who lusted after young boys. And Father Michael was using him, using his perversion to cover his own depravity. “Well,” Mr. Henderson said, his voice a little shaky. “That’s… good. It’s good that he’s so… devoted.” “Isn’t it, though?” Father Michael said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Henderson. I have some more… cleaning to do. And Noah and I have some very… hard work to finish.”

“Father will not touch another of my girls, ever again.” “Jonathan, has he done this before?” I asked. “With every single one of my girlfriends,” he answered. “Jonathan, that’s awful. The girls and you shouldn’t be treated like that,” I stated. “Your father is an evil man.” I couldn’t believe I was consoling Jonathan. I understood him, though. His life was so fractured. Being hidden away from the world due to who your parents were. Living with a monster of a father who would take advantage of every girl you had an interest in. His predatory nature stemmed from it. They always say an apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. It must be hard when that tree is rooted in evil.

Hard as he tried to shake it off, he couldn't. "No," he whispered as he furiously lathered his hair with shampoo, wishing he could silence the cold voice of doubt and suspicion furiously pounding inside his head. His father was many things. But a sick pervert who preyed on kids? Jaco too… Could they both be— "No! Pull yourself together," Austin told himself. "Father loves children. He'd never be a part of that sickness." Wouldn't he, though? After all, the man had made several transactions to Dreams, and they sure as hell weren't for escorts.

Now he knew why his father never allowed him to join the Mafia, cause he was weak and couldn’t handle pain. “Such a small dick you got there, oldie… Do you pleasure your wife with this little thing?” he teased, and laughter erupted in the air. Jade and Alex’s voices echoed through the room as they laughed at him pathetically. “Now help the weak man remove his clothes… Maybe the oldie needs to see how huge his son is. Who knows? His mother might prefer moaning to him than moaning to her husband.” He shrugged, and another laughter erupted in the air.

Alright, no matter what that word is, let s head back home first. As he spoke, he carried Rita out of the house.? After they got onto the car, Rita slapped her small palms onto the seat while saying, "I remember what I wanted to say! It's perverted! Your smile is perverted! Thomas braked and almost hit himself on the steering wheel. "Rita, who taught you that word? "Zion did! Zion always says that Daddy looks at Mommy with a perverted smile. Uncle Song, I know perverted means something bad, but what else does it mean? Why do I think that Daddy doesn't look at Mommy in a bad way?

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”