Perverted Father Novels & Stories

And I had no doubt that it was the only reason they did it! And what was that they called me? Bloody fag? His son’s newest attraction? His fuck buddy? Sighing, I sat down on my bed, feeling bewildered all over again. Did that man even listen to his own words? Did he even understand that he wasn’t insulting me but himself? His son was gay! He liked men! And he acted like it was some kind of a disease! I get that not all Asian parents were as open minded as to be thrilled about their son liking men, but Night’s father took the cake for being the most ridiculously delusional bastard I’d ever seen!

what about this stalker you called me about?" He said clicking on his mouse a few times before looking directly at me. I resisted the urge to look away matching his stare. "I don't know. I think it has something to do with Ivy. I haven't heard from The Punisher in over two years, but I met someone and they sent her a letter. I know it had to come from them." I felt my voice getting weaker so I took another large drink. Most drank for courage, but I didn't fear my father. I had grown to loathe him. He was a truly manipulative man, distant, ruthless, and cold man. I was just trying to stay calm, hoping the bourbon would numb me. He looked up at me, eyes wide, almost concerned. "The Punisher w

And with that stupid thought came the realization that he could never hurt me that way. How wrong I'd been. Now as I'm standing here while this guy rips my dress, it occurs to me how I was delusional. There are so many ways this man could hurt me and not just physically. The world might know me as his daughter but he doesn't give a crap about that. What father out there sits in a corner and watches as some guy undresses his daughter while getting ready to rape her? I'll tell you what kind of father does that. The cruel, evil, and sadistic father. A man like Padre who sold his soul to the devil a long time ago and that's assuming he even had one, to begin with. I shift my eyes from him to the

She'd died while trying to get out the sticky situation I had put her in. Yes, I had lost millions of dollars, thereby throwing a cloak of shame on my father's legacy. Yes, I was a pervert who agreed to take a man's daughter should he fail to pay me back and it was all because I wanted a sex slave. I was deranged. I was damaged beyond redemption. This last part made me cringe. The extent of my depravity sneered at me. I couldn't believe this was what I had become. Something worse than the devil.

"I don't wish my son bad. He certainly goes behind my back and enjoy fucking some of those boys but I don't care." "You on the other hand..." I said and leaned in closer to her neck and noticed her shoulder was tensed. "...deserve to made feel like a woman. Each day that pass, I can see it through your eyes. You yearn to be touched." My hand ran down towards her thighs and she pulled them away and stepped back. "Don't you come closer to me you pervert!" She warned. "This is what I am talking about. We can never get along because you are his father and you are very weird."

"You want a grandchild? Well, I'm taking her for an abortion. We'll get divorced right away, and I'll get a vasectomy too. If that isn't enough, I'll just castrate myself. I'll make sure you never get the grandchildren you want so badly!" Seth's dad ignored his pain as he stood up to stare at me. "Are you crazy, Seth?" "Oh, I forgot to tell all of you that I don't like women. I guess I won't be using whatever's hanging between my legs any longer." There was terror in Seth's eyes. He pulled me back forcefully. "Stop it! Do you know what you're saying?" "This isn't enough. I'm not even done yet. You brought up your son to suck his wife's family dry. I guess that's how a rotten father like you

Margarita always told the kids how Mr P**e's father was a great contributor to the success of the orphanage and what it was today. Now that Mr P**e's father was no more, he son took over and according to Margarita Mr P**e was the very opposite for his father. He didn't care about the orphanage neither was he understanding about the real t and all the bills that needed to be paid. He wanted it quickly and always threatened to kick them out of the building.

I tried to wrap my head around what the man was talking about but…nothing rang a bell in my head. "Didn't your deadbeat father ever mention to you that he had an affair with a werewolf and gave birth to a bastard son?Or should I say a forbidden creature because that is what your kind call us?"He asked and the corner of his lips curved into a bitter smile. I looked him carefully.Even though I didn't want to believe that my father had an affair with a werewolf.I couldn't deny the resemblance between he looked more like father and I was speechless.Why? Why didn't anyone ever mentioned to me that my dad had a forbidden son?

"We are going to buy suits. I can't let my step son disgrace me in public looking like a fucking, cunt." I majestically turned around, leaning my hips back against my table, my heart drumming a frantic jagged rhythm against my ribs. I felt a surge of reckless power. "Why, daddy? Is it too much for you to handle? Does it make it hard for you to play daddy role?" I let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "You say you hate feminine boys. You call me a freak and worse. But you can't seem to get your hands off me, can you? I felt your hunger. Your burning desire for me."

He thought of how suddenly his father changed after the death of his mother. He started abusing him and calling it grooming. He told him that he was making him a man, someone worthy to lead the Merpeople one day. “He was the only parent I had, and I wanted to prove myself to him. I wanted him to be proud of me. Everything I did back then was to please him. But after I saw that he was never going to be pleased by anything I do, I killed him.” He turned away from her.