Sleeping Beauty Dad Novels & Stories

Without synthetic suppressants or patches, his scent filled the entire master suite: sweet vanilla, rain, and warm honey, permanently laced with my dark cedar. I walked up to the dark wooden crib set beside our bed. I leaned down, placing Sophia gently onto her soft mattress. I pulled the small pink blanket over her chest, watching her tiny hands twitch once before settling into deep sleep. "Sleep well, Sophia," I murmured, brushing a lock of dark hair off her forehead. I stood there for two long minutes, just watching her breathe. My father had built a forty-billion-dollar corporate empire, but he had died alone in an empty office on the thirty-fourth floor, surrounded by legal papers and b

he squeezed my hip. "Raymond may wake up," I bit my lower lip, trying to resist the temptation that was Joshua Scott. "My dad is with him. If our boy wakes up... My dad will know what to do." He turned his gaze into a sweet look. "So... Let's take advantage and have a girl and make a couple." He said in an innocent tone, although his goal was not so

We walked into the living room. The place was enormous, elegant and expensive. “Dad, I’m back!” Xavier called out. Then he turned to me. “Meet my dad. Dad, meet Chloe.” The moment his father heard my name, he slowly turned around. The cup of coffee in his hand slipped slightly. And the moment I saw his face, my entire body froze. My heart stopped beating for a while . “Sebastian Whitmore!” I stumbled backward in shock. “Your… dad?” I whispered.

And without even trying, her name brought a smile on my face. “You are mated to the princess brat of La Gualias and Whitaker first family?” dad asked incredibly seriously. “I am dad, and yeah, she is a kind of brat,” I laughed. “But a cute brat!” “You are mated to Jayden La Gualias?” dad shouted this time. So loudly that I had to pull the phone away from my ears to save my hearing… “Yes dad,” I replied. “No… no… no … no … noooooooooooooooo,” dad cried.

I glanced over at him, catching my dad’s attention. “And what about you!? You think you’re not going to get into trouble. O you’re in a bloody load of trouble son. You’re my kid, Ethan can get his own bloody beat down from his parents” I gulped, listening as my dad went off. I could see he hasn’t been sleeping a lot, the bags under his eyes prominent. Which only made him grumpier… if that was even possible. The sleeplessness was probably due to my mother. My dad didn’t like to admit this to anyone but he struggled to sleep without her. It somehow calmed him down. Bloody hell I needed my mom right now.

But his chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. He was still alive. Barely. My feet moved before I could think about it, stopping a foot away from him. “What’d he tell you?” I asked Ronald without turning back. He ignored me, speaking to Mason instead. “What did you find out from the grandmother.” Ronald asked evenly. Something heavy pressed against my chest and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I turned to him. “That your father was deranged.” I spat. His face didn’t waver. Nothing.

"Okay let's go." As soon as we stepped foot into the meeting I froze. We were the last Gods here. No one seemed mad but maybe they were just being nice. "Son, you are late. The meeting started an hour ago." The God of dreams and sleep said. Alex's dad was dangerous because he could put low ranked Gods to sleep forever and they would never know it.

I didn't smile back. " Are you my dad's girlfriend?" I asked and she frowned a bit, looking at my dad. " Okay honey, you're just coming back from a dance and you need to get some sleep for tomorrow's class." Dad said holding my arm. " I'm not sleepy." I said removing my dad's hand and turned to look at Helen. " Look, my dad's married and not divorced, he loves his wife and they are happy together. Just felt like dropping the message." I said and smiled at her.

I could look at his smiling, full lips all day. He shuffled the remaining distance to me, the ‘almost touch’ starting the wheels of desire for him. I was completely lost in the mate bond already, fuck! A groan from the ground echoed around the terrified and silent room, pulling me out of my stupid fantasies. I looked to my dad, he was making small movements with his arms and legs, coming to after being unconscious for the small amount of time that it had taken for this tidbit of drama to unfold. “Ah yes, that’s something that I had forgotten. Thanks for reminding me there, Brock.” Corbin had noticed dad, just like the rest of us. Only it was not relief that he had felt like the rest of us.

The man thrusts into her once and then a second time just as she lets out a loud moan, "Oh, Daddy, fuck me . . . give it to me. Yeah that's it." John hears him grunt as if he was standing right there. They both turn to him with wicked smiles on their faces before the vision fades to nothing. He lets the blanket drop back into place . . . his fate sealed. "Did you see anything, Daddy?" she asks softly. "Maybe yes, but . . . well, now all I see, Jade . . ." He stares at her intently before lowering his voice. "Is the most beautiful daughter a father could ever hope to have."