The Fall Of Daddy Novels & Stories

I wanted to help but he picked up instantly. “Remember Daddy has killed all the bad guys and ladies roaming in the world. All of them. Daddy can fight more than superman!” He exclaimed, exhibiting his muscles with one hand. “Really?! Can you fight more than Batman and Spiderman too? Can Daddy fight more than them too?” Kelvin asked, oozing excitement. “Of course.. Daddy has better muscles and abs so I can fight more than them!” I felt a surge of amusement at their awkward conversation but of course anything to make Kelvin happy.

I glanced around at the Alphas, my elder brothers, seeking help or understanding, but they coldly pushed me away as if I were a nuisance. Then, it happened — a heart-wrenching moment that shattered my world into pieces. My father's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the cold, hard floor. Panic gripped me as I watched him fall, his body trembling with pain, and I could not comprehend why no one was rushing to help. I screamed in horror, "Daddy!" Tears blurred my vision as I tried to reach out to him, to hold him close, to somehow take away his suffering. But I felt helpless, frozen in place, as if time had slowed down to torture me further.

“And if we are going to do something right….. then one of us will have to let go.” I shifted, trying to digest her words, feeling the weight of them press against my chest. I was about to try another way to convince her, maybe a softer approach this time, something that wouldn’t trigger her temper. Then it happened. The doors at the end of the hall swung open. The whispers died instantly. And there he was……my father. Richard Stroke. The very man I never wished to see again in my entire life. My chest tightened, my stomach churned, and for a moment, I felt frozen in place. Every memory I had tried to bury came rushing back

"Ended the lie." But the system didn't cease. It rebooted, and everything went dark. The helicopter blades roared above us, spitting sand and panic across the blood-soaked ground where my father’s body had just fallen. The crimson stain spread beneath him like an accusation, and Jamal’s hand gripped mine tighter than it ever had before. Not protectively but desperately, like if he let go, we’d both disappear, but it was already too late. K3, the me I'd denied stood ten feet away from me. Her eyes were my eyes, and her mouth curved into a smile I'd never use. Faceless men in black armed stood behind her.

His tears streamed down, falling onto his daughter’s bloodstained face. At that moment, it was as if his entire world had collapsed. "Mommy, is Daddy… crying for me?" She curled up in my arms, tilting her head up, eyes filled with confusion and innocence. "Mommy, does Daddy regret it? Why is he crying?" Her gaze, like a deep and endless spring, reflected my face with painful clarity. I forced back my tears, offering her a faint smile as I reached out to wipe the blood from her cheeks. "Nina, your Daddy is pathetic. He only ever cherishes what he can’t have."

" Hearing my father's words made my tears flow again. In my past life, he had also tried to persuade me, but I wouldn't listen. In the end, I wasted my life away. I pinched my palm, letting the dull pain of my nails biting into my skin clear my mind. In this lifetime, I would never let myself remain trapped in Layson's shadow. "Dad, I'll do whatever you say. I'm going to Silvermoon City. I'll arrange the entry permit later."

Something clenches in my chest. But before I can say something, Hugo yells from his couch. “Get the fuck outta here, Gabby! And never fucking bother me again. Do you hear me?” The girl, whose name I believe is Gabby, yells over her shoulder, not even bothering to look around. Maybe she doesn’t want them to see that she’s crying, or maybe she just doesn't give a fuck anymore. “I hear you just fine, dad. Thanks for being such a fantastic father."

My father didn't want to accept it, but I took it. "Hey, no use in refusing money. Let's call it emotional damages," I said. Terrence left with a bitter smile, as if he'd aged ten years in mere seconds. Without my family's support, the Foster Group's business declined sharply. While they didn't collapse, they fell out of the top tier entirely. As for Lucius, he went back to his old ways of trying to find a rich lady to mooch off of outside the city. Someone dug up his past and found out he'd humiliated people by forcing them to call him "daddy".

“If I call you Dad… will you disappear later?” The question shattered the room. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He knelt in front of her, eyes level. “I won’t disappear,” he said. “Even when things are hard. Especially then.” Crystal studied him for a long moment. Then, softly, testing the word like fragile glass— “Dad.” Ethan inhaled sharply. Amara covered her mouth, tears streaming freely now. “Yes, sweetheart?” Ethan said, voice breaking. Crystal smiled. That single moment rewrote ten years of absence.

"Good fucking girl. You came for Daddy." "No more Daddy," I whined, pulling myself back with my elbows. Daddy followed me, his lips closing around the throbbing bud, making me see stars. "Fuck," I shuddered. "Poor baby," I let out a shaky breath, managing to catch my breath when he rose to look me in the eyes. His cock pressed against my entrance, once again clouding my already fogged mind. Despite my body screaming for me to stop, my slutty self wanted Daddy to pound me until I lost myself completely. I needed his cock like I needed air to breathe and I loved the desperation that consumed me whenever I think about my daddy's cocks. "Look at you. So perfect," Daddy hummed to himself, cupping