Sing Johnny Dad Novels & Stories

" 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

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.

The thick outline of his hard dick became visible through the towel, growing more obvious by the second. He liked it. He liked it too much. Still, he said nothing. “You do like what you see,” she said again, tilting her head slightly. Her tongue slipped out slowly as she licked her upper lip. Johnny’s breathing grew rough. “Come on, daddy” she whispered. “I want you between my legs. Make me come” Fuck. His eyes snapped to her lips at the word daddy. His body visibly shook. A low sound left his throat before he could stop it.

I heard a voice call from behind me and as I turned my neck to the right side, I found a man standing a bit away from me. He had a small smile on his face. He looked familiar, very very familiar. Then it hit me! My dad! "Dad" I was suddenly able to speak. "Dad, it... It is really you" the words left my mouth but he gave no response and just kept on smiling at me. "Dad? I... I can't move." He still said nothing and he didn't move too. He just remained at the spot where he was and kept on smiling at me.

“Mistakes are bound to happen, aren’t they?” “But that was a horrible one. I feel so bad.” Johnny answered between sobs. There was a lot Jayden wanted to tell him. That Johnny had never been far from the truth, and he had actually killed their parents, and he had originally come here intending to kill him too, but now here the boy was in his arms.

Until now. “I’m with Jenny Reed for the last half hour of her show so we can get to know each other,” Johnny said into the microphone, “and tomorrow morning you and she will have someone wonderful to wake up with at six a.m.” He flashed a nasty grin at Jenny knowing full well the intent of what he had just told over ten thousand listeners. Jenny didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his comment, but in her mind she was mentally strangling him with the headset cord.

Scoffing, I didn't bother paying any further attention to this matter. However, within seconds, I got a call from the same landline number. This time, I didn't bother taking it. My phone kept ringing for over 15 minutes before I received a text message. "Stop ignoring our calls, Carl Stone! To think that a man your age would behave so atrociously! How dare you act like you're in the right when you owe the hospital money?" Taking a deep breath, I typed out a reply. "Carl Stone has passed away. This is his son, Evan Stone. My father's hospital bill was settled when the hospital released his body. Kindly be more thorough when verifying your records."