Please Daddy Novels & Stories

I slid off the desk, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders and standing on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. ‎"Daddy... is something wrong, you can punish me if i did something wrong?" I whispered, looking into his intense eyes. ‎Charles wrapped his broad arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body. His fingers traced the gold beads around my hips. He pulled back slightly, his expression completely stern. ‎"Cole called your father today asking for his blessing to win you back," Charles said, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. "Starting tomorrow, you aren't walking on campus alone." ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

He looked at his mom and clasped his hands together, closing his eyes before he continued. “Good morning God, thank you for waking me and my mama up. Thank you for waking up grandma Diana and Aunty Emily. Even though I have not seen them this morning. I know you always wake them up,” He paused for a few seconds before he continued. “God, where is my dad? All the kids at school have a dad except me. Mommy said that Mr. K is going to be my dad but he’s Mr. K, he’s not dad. Mommy says that you love us God and that you always answer our prayers but I’ve been praying for you to bring dad and you have not answered. Miss Tina, My Sunday school teacher says that you are a father to fatherless people

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW Ethan stopped swinging his legs. His small hands stilled. He looked genuinely confused. “Daddy?” he repeated, as if the word was unfamiliar. Reid blinked. “Yes. Your daddy. Your father.” Ethan frowned. “What’s… daddy?” Reid’s breath faltered. “Your papa? Father? The man who..” “My nonna?” Ethan guessed hopefully. “Mommy calls him papa.” Reid shook his head gently. “No, kid. Not your grandfather. Your dad.”

“Besides… I just moved my next one.” A chill slid down my spine and my grip on the phone tightened. “What did you do?” Another soft laugh. “You have to sit back and wait for the show like everyone else,” he said, then his voice dropped. “I have a reunion in store, Ceaser.” Then the line went dead. Everything in me stilled. I hadn’t misheard, didn’t imagine it. T just called me Caeser. A name only one person had ever used. My father.

"you know what dante ,I don't know why you love Calling my mom that ,well I wouldn't Blame you either because all of this is your mother faults and she had been the one implanting all those stupid stuffs in your head least I forget ,that son of a bitch is the richest man alive and the most RICHEST man in the whole wide world and so if you dare to go against him ,I could crush everything that you had been working so hard for and you know what ,I could do that with just the snap of my finger's and you know that I can , that's how neutral that I can be dante . least I forget this company belongs to our father and just so you know I only came to tell you that ,our father had decided t

His eyes caught one and he asked, “How about we play, ‘just dance’ together” Curtis looked at him with wide eyes. Uncle Adam never liked that game and said it was because he didn’t know how to dance and meeting his daddy for the first time, he didn’t look like a man who could dance either so the suggestion amazed the little boy and he asked, “Daddy, can you dance?” “Yeah, Daddy can dance very well,” Cooper was quick to respond since he danced with his father a lot during birthdays and even with kid games such as these.

"Don't fucking come, you hear me?" "Please," I pleaded, my voice barely recognisable. "I can't hold it any longer. "Please, Daddy." He rammed into me, his growls turning into short pants mixed with that melodic moan. He's close. I can feel him twitching and expanding inside of me.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

I whisper, the word feeling strange and unfamiliar but right. "Hello, baby." My voice softens. "I'm your daddy." The word catches in my throat. "Your papa…" I pause. "…can't be here right now." Tears slip down my face. "I don't know where he is, but I know something happened." Something bad, something I can't fix. "But he loved us. He loved me," I whisper, "and he would love you too."

She usually addressed him in this manner whenever she is angry with me and he does play along without calling her a pet name so she is not irritated. “ Your fiance is here Miss Blair and your presence is of pivotal important. ” Her father said in a calm collected manner . It was not of his nature to give out other informations with the tone or urgency in his voice. “ ugggghhh ” Isabella grunts with a clearly frustrated face “ what does he want ? ” “ What does he want ? ”