Shadow Daddy Books Novels & Stories

Running behind two babies all day took her all energy. "Nooooo. I want Zayn to play with me barbie doll and catch catch with basket ball but he isn't listening. Tell him to play with me mama please." Emerald said with a puppy dog eyes. Eleonora sighed and looked at his son who was eating quietly. He was like his father. A discipline maintainer. Eleonora called his son and said "Baby please play with your sister. Look otherwise she will make mama run all around the house." "But mama I don't like pink dolls. She always dress them pink." Zayn said with a pout. Eleonora laughed at his son's cuteness. Meanwhile Zanvil came and took Emerald in his arms and said,

“I don’t usually do such things. It’s just that when I saw you and Alison rutting on the living room floor, something came over me. It was like a button was pushed and I lost control. It didn’t even feel like me. It was as if I was outside my body and only vaguely aware of what was happening. The driving force was to quench the insatiable horniness that overtook me. I felt like I’d go insane if I didn’t.” Nick knew exactly what his cousin was talking about, but he wasn’t about to give him a pass on his actions. “Shadow people are supposed to have more control over their urges. I would have expected it from a mundane, but not a shadow person.” “You didn’t look like you were working too

Zaif and Zera Zayed sat next to her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her shoulder looking down at his son Soon the triplets joined them "Momma? Can I read stories to the baby, momma?" Zada asked "No. We will go to the zoo with me and feed the animals" Zian argued "I am the great wall of ZAZ. I will decide what the baby does" Zahir said, puffing out his chest showing his dominance.

Dakota runs into the room, followed by Tyler and Sarah, who are running much slower. "Mommy, you have to see my room. It looks really neat," she says excitedly. I rub my hand over her head. Courtney and I have this in common: we're single mothers who will do anything and everything for our kids. Jordan and Bobby stand in the doorway, looking at us. The men who have come into our lives and made our families complete are an added bonus. I think we're all going to be one big family after all this is over. We all just have to stay alive.

Or would I forever be an annoying little girl? I'd stick to my fantasy story for now. That was much better! I'd give anything to see him in there stroking his cock for me. God! I'm such a dirty girl! Thinking about my doctor daddy this way. But, I can't blame myself. It was just the size and shape of his member that had me thinking like a slut. Heck, I could probably use his cock for my shower rod! Stretching from one side to the other, and even hanging from the sturdy shaft! My daddy was hung!

"And bring me that book on the side please." Greyson raised the leather book with a look of doubt. "Why on earth do you want me to bring you this stupid book about fairytales, sugar?" "Because I asked you too," Indianna said. "Come on. Bring it here." Greyson sighed and sat down next to Indianna, dropping the book on the bed. "You got me all excited to come to our bedroom only to put a children's book in between us? Sugar, you're killing me."

“Make his name paper again.” We ducked behind a stack of fish crates and cracked the oilskin open. Inside: a leather book that didn’t deserve to feel expensive, Finch’s tidy cruelty pressed into neat columns; a pen, still sticky with someone else’s secrets; one last river-stone blackened by my blood. My thumb twitched. I wanted to tear the ledger page by page with my teeth, but vengeance that satisfies the hands doesn’t always feed the future.

“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”

“You’ll never be humiliated on a stone altar while the pack watches.” But fear gnawed at her constantly. What if they shifted as infants? What if their scent drew Shadowthorn hunters? What if Kael somehow felt them through the broken bond and came to take them? She started training in secret. Push ups on the dirty floor until her arms shook. Running at dawn through alleys, dodging drunks and stray dogs. She stole books from the library on self defense, on wolves, on survival. Her latent blood,whatever ancient shadow line her unknown parents had carried,began to wake. Shadows sometimes flickered when she was angry. Her hearing sharpened. Once, she lifted a refrigerator by herself when it bloc

“Oh no…” “Hold still, baby,” Daddy muttered, reaching down to help. His big fingers brushed my hair, my cheek, trying to free it without hurting me. But it was really stuck. “You’ll have to unzip it, Daddy,” I said softly, my voice trembling with excitement. He hesitated, jaw tight. “Lara, I don’t think—” “Please? It’s just for a second. I can’t move.” He breathed out heavily, then slowly pulled the zipper down.