Novel & Cerita Step Dad Romance Books

My dad, Dan asked me to tell this part of our story. I read what he wrote, and I hope I can do half as well. I mean, I was there, well, except for the stuff with Jan. and I still masturbated all over the place reading it. Dan and Jan —sounds like a band or a really dumb cable show. Anyway, pretty soon after they started dating, and fucking like crazy, yes, I can hear them through the walls and yes, I'm a little jealous, but I know it's for the best and I will get my dad's cock back in me soon.

calm? "Sit down, sweetheart," Dad said. I sat, braced for impact. "Alexander told me everything." My father's expression was unreadable. "About the night you met. About the job. About... all of it." "Dad, I'm so sorry. I never meant…" "Let me finish." He held up a hand. "I'm not going to lie. My first reaction was to punch him. He's twenty years older than you. He's my best friend. The situation is complicated."

Chapter 29 Ride For You I started to laugh. What else could I do? Harper was being silly, she spend too much time reading those Mafia romance novels, how else would she be able to think of something so unbelievable? "Come on Harper are you for real? Our dads' father was a part of a Mafia? That's impossible Harper." I say shaking my head.

Dearest Reader, This story is part of the Destroy Me, Daddy series — a collection of two standalone books connected by passion, power, and heartbreak. Each can be enjoyed on its own, yet together they reveal a deeper world of desire and redemption. I truly hope you enjoy my work and fall in love with every twist, burn, and breath along the way. — Josephine “Say it,” Alexander’s voice was a growl against my ear, rough and insistent, his hand gripping my thigh hard enough to leave marks.

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

“It’s not that difficult, you know.” “You’re not! My father, Dante.” “Exactly, I’m your stepdad,” he added. “Which is why I prefer you call me daddy.” “I won’t,” I snapped. “Now please, leave me alone.” He didn’t tease me anymore. “Brat.” He spat, as he headed for the stairs “Dick,” I murmured under my breath. He paused. “What did you just call me?” he spun around, eyes darker now, his expression locked with a seriousness that made my stomach flip in fear.

Kahit papaano ay nagising ang kanyang imahinasyon sa hitsura ng babaeng ito. Ngunit ang pagsasama ng isang romantikong relasyon sa kanyang kuwento? Hindi, hindi niya magagawa iyon. Umiling siya. "Hindi ako sigurado na ito ay isang magandang ideya, Peter. Ang Romance at ako ay dalawang magkaibang mundo. Hindi ko ito gagawing kapani-paniwala sa aking mga mambabasa. Gayundin, hindi nakuha ni Detective Zane ang kanyang palayaw na 'Ginintuang puso' nang walang bayad."

'Daddy's ruining that tight cunt. Stepdad leaned down, capturing my mouth in a rough kiss, tongue invading as he hammered into me. 'Feel that, baby? Daddy's cock splitting you open. You're clenching so hard—such a greedy hole.' He pulled back, flipping me onto my stomach without withdrawing, then yanked my hips up for doggy style. His hand cracked against my ass, the sting blooming hot. 'Scream for me. Let the boys hear how good it feels.'

I don’t even know how to start this without getting emotional. Daddy’s Little Pet started in September 2022 as a random story—one I never thought would leave my drafts, let alone receive so much love. And what a journey it’s been. To say I struggled is an understatement.

"Elena, this is your new dad from today henceforth." Your new dad. The words spun in my head, a sickening, dizzying chant that made the room tilt. My mind screamed, rejecting the reality forcing itself upon me. My stomach violently churned. Dad? This man wasn't my father. He was the beast who had torn my underwear, the man whose massive, throbbing weight had split me open until I was screaming his praises into the dark. The phantom sensation of his thick fingers driving deep inside me flared up between my thighs, a sudden, burning ache that made me instinctively press my legs together.