Sleeping Beauty Dad Novels & Stories

"Sweetie, you woke us just to tell us that? Are you trying to set off your father?" Mom adjusted her body, turning over on her left side in the bed to face Dad. He opened his eyes to take her in and stretched out his large muscly right arm on the pillow as an invitation for her to move in closer. She wiggled her body nearer to him and rested her head on it. Her ice-blue eyes landed on me as her hand coasted on Dad's broad hairless chest. His features softened like a purring cat. Dad's low husky voice inquired, "What about your house? Are you going to sell it?"

I looked at Julia and she couldn't even look at me. "Precious... tell me what's going on." "Like I said dad it's nothing..." "What's going on between you and this Layla girl." Oh God she told him! "Layla is my dance partner dad..." "Oh really? So you're not sleeping with her?" My throat caught air and I had no idea what to say... I slowly shook my head, "no dad I'm not sleeping with Layla or anyone for that matter..." "Then explain this..." he said giving me his phone.

Hot tears slipped free. Mom smoothed my hair. "It's okay, baby. You can cry—holding it in only makes it worse." "I don't want to," I lied, and a sob escaped anyway. Dad held me tighter and let me cry without questions, his silence a kind of shelter. Still, a thought flickered through me — if Ryatt ever crossed him, even in a nightmare, he'd be dead meat. *** It was weird that I still liked watching Cinderella. Even weirder that Dad still enjoyed it with me.

Hades She sleep as her chest slightly goes up and down, my nerves were getting to me. Why wasn't she waking? Was she going to sleep forever? At the time the only things I head was a ticking of a clock going back and forth, having me know they wouldn't be able to fend my father forever, especially with the power he has obtained. I moved my chair closer to know upfront of sleeping beauty, shipping the sweat that formed on my hand to my pants. I held her hand kissing her knuckles.

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

Dad says, relief in his voice as he rushes over to me. “How are you feeling?” Beau asks, coming to stand on the other side of the bed. I open my mouth to reply, but Dad cuts me off. “You’re still here?” Dad barks, glaring at Beau. Yikes. If looks could kill, then Beau would definitely be dead right now. “I know you don’t want me here,” Beau bites out, “but it’s my baby she’s carrying.” My eyes widen. Oh my God, Dad knows? How did he find out? This is bad. He’s going to kill Beau.

With Sora. The second test took longer. I paced the corridor, stepping heavily on the linoleum floor. When the doctor returned, he handed me another envelope. I tore it open. 99.9%. There was no mistake. I was Beauty's biological father. I folded the paper and shoved it into my jacket pocket. "Cole. Adam. Watch Beauty. Do not let anyone into her room except the medical staff. Call me the second she wakes up." "Where are you going?" Cole asked.

She also said Eugene had seen Ian as his biological father since he was a child, and she couldn't let anyone destroy everything they had built. Ian, however, had already tuned her out. He immediately hung up on her. The room fell into a dead silence. After a long while, he looked at me and said hoarsely, "I'll deal with her." I looked up at him calmly. "It doesn't matter who you deal with. It won't bring Mom back." Ian looked as if those words had nailed him to the spot. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't make another sound. … In no time, things spiraled out of control. Ian began to look into the money he thought he had given Mom and me over the years. The results showed that not a si

Elise's pregnancy had been unexpected, but now that it was happening, my father was fixated on having a son—an heir to carry on his legacy in a way I never could. Regular doctors couldn't determine a wolf pup's gender this early, but this particular healer used ancient methods passed down through generations. When they learned it was indeed a male pup, my father's face lit up with a joy I hadn't seen in years. He suddenly looked a decade younger, his eyes bright with anticipation. "Perfect, perfect!" he exclaimed, squeezing Elise's hand. "I'll name him Dominic. He'll inherit my Beta position." They returned to the hotel beaming, just as Amber was coming back from her shopping excursion. My f

“Then why did you listen to me? You transferred me money! You even let me touch you!” “You wanted to play, so I went along with it.” His words hit me like lightning. “Then… then when you said you weren’t my dad… were you lying too?” Owen patted my head helplessly. “If I were your dad, and you were the daughter of an incubus and succubus, do you really think you’d only have this much magic?” Fair point. I was very well-behaved, too. That part definitely comes from my dad. As long as he wasn’t lying, that was enough.