Sakura Dad Novels & Stories

Says Pika with an eye roll. Sara has noticed how quick her son matured over the year. He acts and talks like an adult, and it sometimes frightens her. His possessive attitude towards her and her daughter is still something she is trying to get used to. "Promise you won't allow any man to touch you!" Declared Pika. "Dont worry, baby, there is no man for me." "Yes, only our daddy can touch you, no one else! Okay, Mummy!?" Declared Pika. This did not surprise Sara anymore, as Pika had been asking for his dad ever since he could talk.

Albert demanded as he grabbed the scumbag by the throat out of Uncle John and Charles’ grip. “Y… yes. I would ask why you care… but Azer filled me in on your… situation with my… daughter. I... can’t blame you… Suzu was a… good distraction.” Miyazaki choked out. “Don’t ever speak of Suzu! And Hana is MY daughter!” Dad snarled. Aurelia managed to keep Dad from completely going off. No one, however, kept me from going off. I slapped Miyazaki. “Keep my mother’s name out of your filthy mouth, scumbag,” I commanded as I slapped him a second time.

I looked at her and a smile came on my face. " Talk to Sagar about what?? About Shaurya? Never! I would rather beat him to a pulp, he is a playboy, a Casanova. No, I will not allow my daughter to get involved with him, never! Sid, get my gun... " Dad yelled telling Chachu to get his gun.

“Erm…” Sakura’s wings that were uniquely, long flame shaped, flutter slightly. Two of them on her left side moved slightly up, brushing against Jai’s right cheek, sending off a warm feeling on his skin. “Oh wow… That’s nicely warm, Sakura-chan.” He instinctively said. “Oh Sakura-chan likes you, Jai!” Ruta exclaimed excitedly. “Ruta, mind your manners. Please address our guest correctly.” His father scolded. “Oops, sorry, father! I mean Brother Jai!” Ruta giggled.

“Oh, hi, Hungry. I'm Dad. Nice to meet you.” Lily smiled. “Nice Dad joke.” He glanced over and flashed a wink. “I do my best.” “Daddy, I'm starving,” Maggie continued. “Okay, Starving, I’m Dad,” Wyatt said. Lily groaned. “Let’s go walk around for a bit. I’m sure we’ll find something.”

“You’ve embarrassed me enough.” I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. “I don’t even know what video you’re talking about,” I pleaded, shivering as the wind picked up. “I didn’t do anything like that.” “Of course you’d say that,” he snapped. “You never take responsibility for anything. Always acting like a spoiled child.” I was surprised at my dad's tone. My dad had never been this harsh with me before... Ever. It didn’t matter what I did. I couldn’t remember the last time my dad raised his voice at me. We’d always had such a strong bond.

"We have a room full of guests out there. Do you really need to turn everything into a scene?" Before I could answer, Dad stood up. He wiped the blood from his hand with his sleeve and tucked it behind his back. "Sadie, stop asking." His voice was very quiet. "If they're not going to mention me, that's fine. I don't care about that kind of thing." He looked at me and managed a smile. "I just want you to be happy. That's enough for me." I looked at that smile, and the words died in my throat. His sleeve was damp, there was blood on his hand, and the spot on his lapel where the red flower should have been pinned was bare, with nothing left but a tiny hole where the pin had gone through.

"Claire, die! If you're dead, David will be mine. Evan will be mine. Everything will be mine." My dad didn't hesitate. He threw himself forward, shielding my mom with his body. The sharp blade sank deep into his chest. Blood poured from his mouth, soaking the front of his shirt. Gritting through the agony, he pulled the blade out of his own flesh and drove it into Sarah's heart. Sarah collapsed to the ground, lifeless. My dad's breath was fading. He looked at my mom with eyes full of mad, desperate obsession. "Claire... I got rid of everyone who hurt you... including myself. I know you'll never forgive me. So I'll do it this way. This way... you'll never forget me."

Gumagawa siya ng isang detalyadong konstruksyon mula sa maliliit na piraso ng Lego toy. Nang marinig niya ang paglapit ng mga ito ay nag-angat siya ng tingin. Bumaba ang kanyang mga mata sa kanyang ama, at nagliwanag ang kanyang mukha. “Dad, pupunta ka ba para makipaglaro sa akin? Tapos na sa pagsusulat para sa araw na ito?" Lumapit si Tyler at hinaplos ang ulo ng bata. "Hindi pa, anak, ngunit nagdala ako ng isang tao upang makilala mo."

Hot tears slipped free. Mom smoothed my hair. "It's okay, baby. You can cry—holding it in only makes it worse." "I don't want to," I lied, and a sob escaped anyway. Dad held me tighter and let me cry without questions, his silence a kind of shelter. Still, a thought flickered through me — if Ryatt ever crossed him, even in a nightmare, he'd be dead meat. *** It was weird that I still liked watching Cinderella. Even weirder that Dad still enjoyed it with me.