Please Forgive My Unholy Desire Father Novels & Stories

Knowing that the person whom she had been praying for have suddenly come for her “Does it feel like this to be hugged by you. Oh…. Daddy, I am so sorry for running away from you like that but I think I panicked. Please forgive me . Yesterday, I wanted to be in your arms like . Can you believe that a full-grown woman can want you like this?” Her father brushed her a hair softly like he had wanted to do to his little baby girl “a father’s ‘ love is unlimited . “I couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking that you wouldn’t talk to me. “ he said and then kissed her checks “ May I ask what has changed ?”

Hell, I didn't care if he was my father's best friend. I wanted him and I'll have what I want this time. Our bodies graze each other as he breathes, and I breathe. My mouth stretched knowing I was about to do what was forbidden, yet the magnetic pull I felt was undeniable. I savored lingering on his bottom lip, my heart racing and eyes full of intensity. As he drew me near with his large palms on my face, the door swung open revealing an unexpected figure. God no… I gasped in shock *****

he ordered and I did. His eyes twinkled as he knelt before me, gripping my thighs. "I want to taste that goodness in between your legs, Deirdre, and aside from my promise of making you lose the ability to walk, I want to put a baby inside of you." His eyes sparkled as he knelt before me, his fingers tracing my thighs. "I crave the sweetness between your legs, Deirdre. I promise to leave you breathless, unable to walk. But it's not just the pleasure I seek. I want to plant a seed within you, to watch you bloom with our child."

I said and father looked at me with neutral face telling me to continue. "I can't do this anymore. She doesn't deserve a devil like me. She deserves so much better... some one as good as her. I want to apologise to her by falling on her feet but I don't even deserve her apology. I can't face her anymore... I need to get out of her life. But you know we celestials are not allowed to tell humans about us. So I need your help father... please help me" I folded my hands and I was begging to my father... since the beginning of time I have never begged him for anything but I did today. I still can't believe why I was so arrogant in past... I am nothing but a useless son who never did anything to m

To me, it’s a fucking nightmare. I despise everything about it and what it represents. The glitz and glamour cover the lies and deceit. My world is filled with frauds, each one with a dirty little secret to hide. Soon, I have to become one of them, and when I do, I fear that I’ll turn into someone I’ve never wanted to become—my father...or worse, my mother. She’s a fame-hungry, soul-sucking bitch who cares about no one, except for herself.

What does he even have to lose? "Society will degrade me too. But you're right. This is wrong. You're my father's step-brother. We have to stop." What did we ever start? I grip my thighs together. He notices. Of course he does. Even now, I want him. It’s sick. I want to kiss him. To feel him inside me, his fingers, his... Father, have mercy. I’ve prayed it away. Fasted it away. But the hunger for him always returns. What kind of a religious scholar desires her uncle?

The forbidden want. I tried to pull away, but his arm pinned me. "Shh. Don't cry." Tears spilled faster, a conflicted mess. I wanted to confess it all. How long I'd craved him. How seeing him shirtless by the truck every morning started my desires for the utmost forbidden. My voice descended into a tiny whisper as I cooed. "Dad, I... I'm sorry. I can't help it. I want you so bad. Every day. It's wrong, but..."

you did! You didn’t even give me the chance to explain what happened and why it looked like I gave your files to my father without any reason. ” Ryan dropped his gaze in shame, “ I’m so sorry, ” he whispered, “ I was just… sad. Sad that you did what you did. ” She laughed bitterly, “ Sad? That’s your excuse? ” Ryan flinched, but he didn’t back down. He reached for her hand, gently holding it, “ Want to tell me what really happened? ” His eyes pleaded with her. Amelia hesitated. For the first time in days, she didn’t feel the need to run. She sat up slowly, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. “ I’ll tell you everything, ” she whispered, finally meeting his gaze. “ My father wasn’t the loving a

No beginning. I just came to be the way I am. Hungry… Hungry for more of the heaven my father showed me. So how dare he? How dare anyone accord my growth… my passion… my love… How dare anyone give credit for that to my father?! The same fucker who gave me a taste of heaven and suddenly stopped because he “Wanted to change”. I had so many plans for the fucker. Plans Sal ruined the moment he killed him. But it’s okay. I forgive him. What I won’t forgive is anyone giving the glory of my passion… To that failure, I called a father. A bastard without the heart to see what he started through to the end.

Tonight, I was just someone trying to drown the sound of my lesbian girlfriend walking away. With one last shred of hope, I dialed again, thumb hovering over the screen like it might burn me. It rang twice. Then clicked. “Hey,” a deep, familiar voice answered. “I don’t know why you keep calling or who the hell you are, but she’s not available right now. Bye.” The line went dead. I froze, phone still pressed to my ear, heart slamming against my ribs. That voice. I’d know it anywhere. My father. Duncan Blackwood.