Sing Johnny Dad Novels & Stories

Gio put on a teasing look, “Don’t be so sad my friends, we will see each other again.” “Sad? Ugh,” John replied with fake distaste. “I can’t wait to get away from you.” he pointed to Gio and shook his head, “You’re so clingy.” Gio laughed and threw his sweaty towel that sat beside him, at John. An hour later, my dad sauntered into the room. “Hey kids,” greeted my father. He had dark bags underneath his eyes and looked like he hadn’t gotten any sleep-in days. “Hey Mr. Bandit.” Replied Gio and John.

"Honey, I know the loss of your loved ones has hit you hard, but you need to take good care of yourself, too. We still have Billy. If something happens to you, too, what will Billy and I do?" Every time he tricked me into drinking it, I would hear Dad's voice. But the so-called "predictions" from Dad? It was all just Felix—no, Malcolm—messing with my head, deliberately trying to make me believe that something supernatural had happened. Dad, Asher, Jasper, even Billy—they had all died at Malcolm's hands. He had murdered them all! I had already pieced all this together in my previous life. And I'd already called the cops after Billy died as well.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

Sudddenly the door creaked open and Vivian walked in with another man, though I couldn't see his face clearly. 'Our guests are finally awake' she said smiling mischieviously. 'Dad??' John called staring intently at the man. Now that I took a careful look at him, he really is John's dad. 'Dad, what are you doing?' John asked 'Well you couldn't get me what I wanted so I had a little help from your love in exchange for you' he said 'It seems like you were really out of options that you had to get help from this good for nothing slut' he said eyeing Vivian

The nerve—how shameless can you get? George was so mad he couldn't talk. He clutched his chest, gasping. Johnny rushed over to hold him up. Johnny glared at the elders. "What gives you the right to talk about my dad like that? He worked for this family for years. Even if you won't admit it, you can't say he did nothing. He just wanted to help Peggy. He didn't do anything wrong." That only made it worse. Someone almost stepped in to hit him again, but Lydia raised a hand.

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

Slowly kissing up to my ear. "I would never hurt you baby girl. Had Paul not been that sick and twisted and you willingly slept with him. I would have forgiven you." I rest my head against his chest. "Your daughter." My dads words make my laugh and look up. Moving, I take her from him, Damon wrapping his arms around us both. "So, when do I get a grandson?" My dad looks at us and I laugh. "Really dad?" I look at him and he nods. "You realise what that means right? So you're basically asking when we will be having sex."

She cleared her throat probably before accepting the call. Johnny stood beside his father who was sitted on his king size chair . " Good day sir " She greeted and smiled broadly. And when her eyes met with his , her smile increased becoming broader as he also waved her hands at him. Johnny didn't make any facial expression while standing behind his father . He just kept a strict face as his father was a man who doesn't joke around with things he considers important. Mr Harold turned around to look at his son and nodded his head at him.

Dad became an inspiration to Jamison, not that I could blame him. Dad is a pretty awesome hero. "Don't you worry Alan. We will keep an eye out for both boys when you leave us all and become famous singing the theme song from rent out there in New York." Dad jokes. "Dad I already told you, I don't plan on singing. There is nothing better to do than sell my ass on the streets of Harlem. I mean c'mon." Dad high fives me and moms shoos us out of the kitchen so that she can cook in peace.

I heard him curse roughly. "Is there anything wrong? Was she rude to you?" Mum asked avd faced me. "Were you rude to him?" She asked with a scolding expression. "Don't scold her, she wasn't rude to me at all" the man replied. "Oh, I am glad. Lisa, meet Mr. Devine, your father's friend who has been helping us out for years" mum said to me and my eyes widened. The man whose cock I had just rolled my tongue over and let fill my mouth, the man who had said obscene words to me and made my pussy wet was my father's friend!!