Sleeping Beauty Dad Novels & Stories

My heart leapt in my chest. Shirtless, a few stray hairs around his nipples, his hair a mess, like someone who’d just rolled out of bed. “Well, Sleeping Beauty finally woke up,” Heitor said, smiling kindly as he opened his arms to hug me. I was still cautious. “Dad?” I asked, as if the word itself betrayed me. He wrapped his arms around me, and in that embrace, I felt the worst emotions: Traitor. Liar. He kissed my forehead, gently stroked my hair. “Did you rest well, sweetheart?”

I explained. "You got someone pregnant? I thought you had a girlfriend," my father said, standing up from his chair in shock. "We broke up more than two months ago, Dad. I cheated on her. And I did that mistake.. So I decided to step up, do the right thing, and take responsibility for the woman I got pregnant. That's why I'm asking permission to let Andrea stay at the mansion—to keep her away from the gossiping neighbors back home," I explained. "If you really want to do the right thing for the child, you should marry her... That is the proper thing to do," he advised me.

he replied and gave a weary smile. " Nurse, is he fine now?" She asked turning towards the In-house Nurse. " Yes, he is out of danger now. Just do well not to stress him out". " Thank you so much" Amy replied sincerely, it seemed like everything was finally falling back into place. " I missed you dad". " I missed you more princess" Mr Sabastian replied. He was happy to finally wake up from that long dream of Jennie and Gwen not being his daughters, even if they were both evil he still has his blood flowing through their veins right?. But was it a dream?.

King Leonidas Sebastiani. I hadn’t seen him in over seven months, but somehow, I always knew this moment would come. Geez, I just thought he’d show up sooner—maybe right after Paul and his guys tracked me down in Havindelle. Instead, he waited. Calculated. That was Dad, after all. Always ten steps ahead. “The sleeping beauty is awake at last,” Dad said. His voice carried the faintest edge of humor, but beneath it—oh, beneath it was fury. Cold, contained, and lethal. He didn’t even look at me when he spoke, which almost made it worse.

I was not well rested at all, yet it was apparent that it was well into the morning hours. "Morning to you, sleepy head," Dad teased, diverting his attention to the brief case he had laid on the bed, "so, did you have a nightmare? Must have been a bad one, huh!" He continued to tease while I frowned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I was super bummed that my sexy encounter with Mr Blackwood was all a dream! Like what the fuck, life! Everything felt so real. The way he held my neck, the way he looked at me, fuck, the way he kissed me! I wanted to scream, I had a mini internal explosion- why did dad have to wake me up before I had a chance to get down on him and remind myself of just how wel

He says in his baby tone, I was all the more impressed by his vocabulary talents at this age as I patted his curly, dark hair he inherited from me. "Don't worry, young champ. She is sleeping." "But we have to tell Dad mummy didn’t feel well,” he answered me, and I could feel a jealousy that felt like a low punch to my gun the moment Kieran talked about a father, and I was too curious not to ask. "And who is your dad?” “It’s Daddy Damon," he tells me, and a dark pool twists in my mind the moment I hear his answer. Damon Cole had hissed this and pretended that Brynn died. He was going to pay dearly for me.

“So, are you going to tell me who your fantasy lover is? Is it someone I know? Hmm? What’s she like? It is a she, I hope. You haven’t gone gay on me, have you?" Well, my Dad certainly wasn’t pulling any punches, I thought. He’d come right out with his confession, and I was both proud of him, and a little intimidated at the same time. “Hmm, sounds like it’s confession time for me too, huh?” my Dad softly suggested. “I guess I have the same problem as you. My warmest fantasy is ... my daughter. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that! I mean, a father isn’t supposed to lust after his own offspring, but dammit, you’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, Claire. A man would have to have

Brandon got the second shock of the day, hearing DAD from a kid, and the third shock of the day was the other kid had just behaved like him. Yes! The first shock was that both of them looked just like him. ‘It means Jake wasn’t lying last night. Maybe he had seen the same kids.’, he thought. ‘But their face, matching with mine, can be coincidence, right?’ Because the only woman I ever slept with was my Ex-wife, and as long as… hold on? Could they be Sophia’s and my …’ “Dad! You don’t look like the way Mom had described us. But you will have to get back into shape, right Colton?”

"What are you thinking about he asked as he smiled at me for the first time I saw a genuine smile on my father's face I was stunned words refuse to come out of my mouth I hugged him so tight sniffing in his cologne, father am I that bad did I killed his parents and shattered his whole family I muttered as I sobbed on my father shoulder." "It's ok dear, I don't know anything about what happened to you or your past but I understand you very well and I know the love you shared with him we see you through your hardest moment, cause of the way am seeing things, seems you someone who he thinks he loves you and he thought he can only have you to himself, I think a guy you didn't know is obsessed wi

Beauty's heart skipped a beat, her stomach twisting in knots. "M-Mom! What are you talking about?" "Oh, don't pretend, Beauty," her mother teased lightly. "The flowers! The ones someone sent you. I was there, remember? You can't deny it. Such a romantic gesture! And that young man... Your father is dying to know all about him." "What?" Beauty squeaked, her voice rising an octave. Bruno, lying on the bed, folded his arms behind his head and watched her with amusement. "Let me put your father on the phone," her mom continued, ignoring Beauty's protest.