Ruin Me Daddy Novels & Stories

All I knew was that the vodka in my hand felt like the only thing keeping me together. Daphne—the unwanted one, the outcast of the pack. That’s what I had been called since childhood. My mother had abandoned me at the doorstep of the Vermont Pack. At that time, Alpha Bellamy, Roth’s father, had kindly taken me in. But the rest of the pack never accepted me. Only Alpha Bellamy stood by me.

I clawed his shoulders and tried to keep quiet and failed in broken little sounds. He tore the cups of the bra down and sucked a nipple hard enough to hurt, never losing the punishing rhythm. My cunt clutched him, greedy, loud. I hated how fast I was going to come. I wanted it anyway. “Say it. Who are you getting ruined for?” He lifted his hand enough for the answer. “You. Daddy. Not him.” “Good girl.”

"You want to marry my daughter? In your wildest dreams." Simon shot to his feet. "Mr. Gardner, you'd better think twice. With how you treated me today, if I do become part of the Harrison family in the future, there's no way we'll ever get along!" My voice remained calm. "Don't worry. As long as I'm around, you'll never marry my daughter." He turned and walked away. "You'll regret this!" Regret? The thing I regretted most in my life was that, while Mom was still alive, I didn't make those who wronged her apologize for everything they had done.

“I have no idea why you would do something so reckless, Ruin. And totally unnecessary. To give up everything you’ve worked so hard for to find a woman who cast you aside. Who blamed you for ruining her life. Really, Ruin. I’ve always known you were stupid, but this has got to be the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. You should go back to that school tomorrow and apologize, ask them to give your job back.” “I’m not here for you to talk me out of this,” Ru said, doing her best to ignore the names and other harsh words that erupted out of her mother’s mouth like a volcano. “I’m here to tell you goodbye. Amongst a few other things.” Liddy didn’t catch the last phrase, though. “Well, you didn’t hav

“I love you so much, daddy, and thank you for everything. ″ I whispered to him, kissed him on his forehead, and wrapped him with the blanket. I don’t want him to be cold. I slowly went out of his room, turned off his light, and closed his door. I slowly went down the stairs and went to the kitchen to get another bottle of beer inside the fridge and drink almost half of it, and then wipe the residue on my mouth. Now that I am all alone. My dad is already sleeping, the sadness and pain strike again, but I have nothing to do about it. It is already done and I can’t take it back. It is too late for everything. I am hopeless now because I don’t know where to start again. My life is ruined and tha

Over and over again as the scene continues playing out in my head. I turned my head to the side and I see myself. Seven years old. Crying like my world had already ended. "Take me back.....I want to go back" I cried my voice small and broken. "I don’t care," my father replied coldly referring to dr.Harry "If I did, you’d know. She keeps wandering into places she shouldn't. And like I said, I can’t kill her even if I wanted to. This is the next best thing."

One day I'll ruin the empire you have built for yourself, you'll pay for every sin you have done, and you'll be regretting every sin you have committed, my dad! A sarcastic laugh escaped my lips and my eyes drifted to the piece of glass lying on the floor covered in my blood, I picked it up and made a clean cut on the front of my right palm to draw blood as the red has always worked. The sting and hotness calms my senses. It was my fault that I was lacking but not anymore day one of destruction starts. Save yourself if you can Mr Vitalio. I took my phone and dialled his number.

He's my Dad, he’ll answer eventually. “Dad, you sent me on a mission. Rogues, remember? Now I’m back. Your.. your buttercup is back…” I smiled in tears. He didn’t answer. “Dad!…” I gripped him tighter. “I promise it’s me. Stand up. Stand up and I’ll tell you how well I fought. I ripped a Rogue’s…” I trailed off. My heavy sobbing wasn’t allowing me. I ripped a Rogue’s arm… But we had lost so many men, Dad. I had failed you. I had caused the Reigns a great loss. So I need you to get up and scold me. I need you to get up and yell at me. I need you to get up and correct my mistakes.

“You’re mine now. Daddy’s slut.” A broken laugh slipped from my lips as my body trembled. Who cares about Adrian? He called me a slut. Maybe I Am. A slut For His Dad. At least his dad gave me the deep thrust I wanted.

Nothing could have made me ask for salvation anyway. "Ruin me, daddy. Break me," I said, the depraved masochist that I was. "Good pussy," he spat out on a loop, our passionate fuck getting the better of him at last. He laid my gasping, shuddering body back down on the table, but the thrusts wouldn't relent. "Daddy, it hurts," I confessed, just barely able to make out the desperate need to let go and shoot his load inside me on his face. My hands reached out to pull him down onto me. "Completely fucked. Come, you bastard."