The Fall Of Daddy Novels & Stories

Romano screamed at him His father growled angrily and walked closer to Romano, he was holding his walking stick, his cap glued on his head like those mafians villains while he stare into Romano's eye, at this point, I'm scared of his dad for some reason he gives me goosebumps He pointed his walking stick direct into Romano's chest, staring at him eyeball to eyeball he smirk before whispering "I told you from the start never to fall in love, but you foolishly let your emotions get the best of you, love makes you weak, and just like that, you're slowly turning into a weakling" "I'm not a weakling dad" "We'll see about that" He smiled dangerously at Romano before turning toward me "Failure to c

Rob continued, playfully goading his sister. “Shut up, Rob.” “Daddy!” Zoe screamed when she spotted Derek. “Come, Daddy. Come here!” A hush suddenly descended on the party as all the adult guests zeroed their attention on the newcomer. Nobody knew who Zoe’s father was and they’d never asked about his identity out of respect for Rachel, but here they were hearing the child calling this unfamiliar guy her daddy and they could see that the child might be right because of her resemblance to the man was uncanny.

His eyes scanned the words slowly, once, then twice. He looked up at Daisy, his eyes glistening. “Daisy,” he began, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s… it’s true. It says here. Alessandro Ferrari is indeed the biological father of Miss Daisy.” He repeated the words, as if trying to grasp their reality. “All these years,” he continued, his voice cracking, filled with regret, “all these years… I had a daughter. And I never knew anything about her. Not a single thing. You were right here, in this world, living a life I was completely unaware of. How could I have been so blind?” He looked genuinely pained.

He stood alone amidst the ruins of hope; each passing second seemed to slap him in the face and remind him of his profound failures—failures as a father, failures as the head of the family, and worst of all, failures to protect his flesh and blood from the clutches of unfathomable forces of evil. "Sorry, Jonathan. Daddy's sorry." Darius wept bitterly there. ***

The necessities of my life. Dominic Leone is my daddy. My everything. Fuck the world. We have each other. I know they’ll come for us again, and I know next time they try, I will be right by my daddy’s side. There will be no mistaking me for victim, that’s for damn sure. The End

A tall, elegant man walked in—the very same Boss she had seen the night before. May instantly stood up and ran over to him, helping him remove his coat while speaking to him tenderly, like a devoted wife. “Darling, our daughter and I have been waiting for you to have dinner together.” Damien glanced at Emma. She was so frightened she didn’t know what to do until her mother gently reminded her, “Emma, aren’t you going to greet your father? From now on, Mr. Thorne is your father.” Emma quickly stood up, bowed her head low, and spoke softly, “Father, welcome home.”

I sink to the floor, clutching the shirt like it’s him. Like if I hold it tight enough, he won’t slip away from me. But he already has. Somewhere inside the living room… I know they’re waiting. All three of them, watching and listening, but they don’t interrupt. They let me break. They let me fall apart. ~~~~ After what feels like forever, the door opens quietly and daddy walks in. He doesn’t speak at first. He just walks over, and pulls me into his arms. And the moment he does, I collapse into him completely and cry like a baby.

Damn. Her calling me Daddy scratched something deep inside me. Something broken. I never had a real father. Just a man who locked me up, starved me, hit me until I forgot my name. I didn’t know what a real father felt like. But hearing her call me Daddy even as a silly joke, made me want to protect her in a way I didn’t understand. “Okay, Ms. Bennett,” I said, trying to smile. “Sorry for acting like Daddy. Ten minutes, it won’t be more than that,”

It came out like a reflex, like the way you reach when a glass tips. He didn’t answer. The press of his hand became a grip. His breath changed. It wasn’t louder. It was shorter, like a door pushed half-closed. Color bled out of his face in the span of a blink. Myra looked up at once, because children feel what the room feels even when they don’t know the word for it. “Daddy?” she said. It was a question and a fear and a plea, all in one syllable. He took a step. That was the only warning. One step meant for balance, meant to find a wall or a post or a palm. His knees unlocked in the wrong direction. The heel of his boot skidded against the stone. He fell down flat on the ground.

Chapter Twenty: I hate you so much! ~Zoey White~ “He says his daddy is in heaven. Because that was easier than telling him the truth. That his daddy didn't even know he existed because his daddy was too busy being a billionaire to care about the girl he threw away like trash." "Get in the car‚ Zoey." "No." "I'm not asking."