Sing Johnny Dad Novels & Stories

Chapter 12 - Your daughter is here! "I really could never get tired of watching our shows on TV" Tina says as she munches on popcorn with her legs crossed on the crouch. "Me neither", I reply, hoping I do not sound as distracted as I feel, because Tina's dad just joined us in the living room with nothing but his joggers on. And I do not fail to notice his boner. "Dad, go wear some clothes on your old body, there is no one to seduce here", Tina says as she catches sight of her dad.

He stayed still, like a man who knew movement would be the same as confession. “I saw the way he looked at you at the barbecue,” Lily said. “I felt the way he reacted when you called his name. It wasn’t nothing, Dad.” Damian exhaled slowly, then pulled out the chair across from hers and sat down. “You’ve always been sharp,” he said. “That’s not an answer.” He studied her for a long moment, eyes searching hers for the version of his daughter that might still want to believe in a simple world. He didn’t find it.

I called out silently as I sat beside him . I will be straight with you Nora , you already know your uncle is no longer the town priest and he never was a priest , and he is going back , so considering the fact you school in the same city with him , you are going to live with your uncle as he is the only one who I can trust with keep you safe . “But dad,” I whispered . “ No buts , my decision is final , get ready , in the next two days , you are leaving with him “

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

"Am not playing smart with you. What the fuck you want you to hear, am gay and I have a boyfriend who is seven years older than me, is that what you want to hear, there you have it!" With a sudden push, I found myself stumbling over the sofa and a vicious laugh reached my ears and I looked up to find my dad standing over me, his eyes had become darker, it was like I was staring at one else who wasn't my dad. "No son of mine will become a faggot when am still alive" I gasped. To be continued...!

"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.

"Daddy, please let me come. I'll be a good girl for you." Michele lifted his head from her breast, his eyes meeting hers. The raw hunger in his gaze made her tremble. "You look so fucking beautiful when you beg!" he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. His fingers slowed, stroking her inner walls with maddening gentleness. "Tell me who you belong to, babygirl." "You," Anny gasped without hesitation. "I belong to you, daddy." "And Adriano?" The question caught her off guard, but she was too far gone to lie, too consumed by need to pretend.

Now, his tricks worked, and his mother gave in, “It is all right. Johnny, you must not fail, and you must make your dad and me proud.” “All right mom. I will not fail you. Good night, mom.” “Good night, son. What do you say to your father?” “Tell him that it is rude to pick someone else's call.” (Cut) The problem that Sir Stewart had with Johnny was that the more he misbehaved, the more he loved and prayed secretly for him. After, the call, the couple burst into loud laughter and Lady Stewart jokingly relayed their son's message to her husband, “My husband, your son said, it is rude to pick someone else's call.”

Daddy can't blame me for screaming, I wasn't supposed to scream anymore, but the guy scared me, daddy was quick to hide me behind him, and both of my hands went into his shirt, hiding my face into his shirt. "Trent, what are you doing here?" daddy growls at the guy. "I'm here to visit, can't you see?" the guy answers with a dark smile, I peeked behind daddy's back and saw his eyes were silver just like daddy, he's another demon lord! "You're not welcome, why didn't you say you're coming?" daddy asks him. "We're brothers, no need to call in first," he says, but I don't agree. "What do you want?" daddy growls at him.