Novel & Cerita Weird Strict Dad Chapter 3

I wanted to stand up and run away, I was getting bothered and suffocated with him for even riling me up at all. “Why? Because you don't call me daddy?” I swallowed. What the hell? “You only listen to your daddy?” He continued. I glared at him. Again, his eyes darkened to a perfect black. I understood the double meaning quite well. “Yes, I only listen to my father.” “Millie, behave.” Dad warned sternly, so oblivious to the crazy situation going on right in front of him. This man wanted something but I certainly don't have it, or maybe I was just imagining things?

He coughs slightly. I groan a bit when Cassandra grabs my cock, rubbing my cock's head with her palm in small circular motions. I fight the urge to hold back my moans, covering my mouth with my hand. My face heats up. "That's disturbing, Alright carry on. Better you marry than jerking off at 8 in the morning. Gosh, Clide, don't be disgusting." Dad scoffs. I hear faint footsets, signaling he is probably walking out now. Then Cassandra sneezes.

She wept softly, wiping away her tears, and looked utterly heartbroken. "Sweetheart, you've misunderstood your father. He has always loved you. You're our family. How could we ever bear to hurt you or let you die?" I glared at them with bloodshot eyes. "Then tell me, what secret is hidden in Dad's study? Why does every man who sees it leave me? Did you put some kind of curse on them?" As if possessed, I sank my teeth into Dad's arm. He flinched in pain, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

I let out as I could feel myself about to cry but I won't, and he chuckled. "Yeah, but still, you... I guess you are like that because of how we treat you, too. I don't know but maybe we are so strict and that leads you to rebellion. I'm sorry, we are sorry, Aidan. And, thank you since you have proved something to us and made us see that you are willing to do anything for your part. And, we will, too, always. I am proud of you, my daughter. Just keep up the good work. Yeah, I'm being so cheesy right now, which I am not really used to, but I am willing to be, for you. So...? Umm, that's it." He stated and I just can't believe my eyes and my ears right now. Who the fuck is he? Where is my dad?

He could argument and be a stubborn child in the presence of his mother but in the presence of his father, he dared not, his father was a strict no-nonsense man. "I don't want to hear your pleas,what is wrong with you? Are these not your brothers?" He pointed at his children, "Are they not happily serving Lucifer? Has Lucifer ever failed us? Look at me child, if this nonsense happens again, you will be grounded, not just grounded, you will be shut in the sacred room, chanting and pleading for forgiveness from Lucifer while we will intercede for you. You will be kept there without food and water for three good days, you better be in your best behaviour,if not, you trust me, you know what I ca

"Marry you? Seriously? You think you deserve that? My dad only loves my mom. He loves me too. And he's going to love my baby brother someday, too. "You're the one who broke his heart, so don't even try to compare yourself to my mom. You're not as pretty as her. You're not as rich as her, and you don't have her taste." Maisie looked Jenny up and down, then pinched her nose like the air had gone bad. "You reek of poverty. It's gross. My dad wouldn't play dad for some random kid nobody knows where they came from." Laughter rippled through the surrounding guests.

“Great,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Perfect. Exactly what I needed today.” I leaned against a stack of folded chairs, arms crossed. “Relax. Someone will come looking for us.” He shot me a look over his shoulder—sharp, frustrated, and annoyingly gorgeous. “Your dad can’t find us like this,” he said. “He will kill me.” I raised a brow. “For… standing in a shed with me?” “For being in any room alone with you,” he snapped, then rubbed his forehead. “He knows what guys think when—never mind.”

The air is heavy with tension, a palpable sense of unease hanging in the air. Finally, we reach the third floor, where my parents' bedroom awaits. The door stands ajar, a silent invitation into the heart of my family's domain. With a steadying breath, I push open the door and step inside. The sight that greets me is one I’ve never expected to see. Mom sits beside dad, her expression drawn and weary as she watches over him. Dad lies on the bed, his once strong frame now pale and unwell-looking. High-ranking officials of the pack surround the bed, their faces etched with concern as they confer in hushed tones. As I approach the bed, my heart heavy with worry, dad’s eyes flicker open, a faint s

I tried again but I couldn't get myself to utter out a complete statement, so I stopped trying. I felt something strain on my arm as I completely relaxed on her body, making me realize I was pulling down on the drip—hard. "Do you want to crush her, son?" Dad asked firmly but there was a hint of laughter in his voice and the question was followed by a slight tap on my arm.

An influx of air breathes between us, as he gets his body off mine, while sternly glaring at him. “Take a chill pill man” he says, knowing well enough, how much I hate what he reeks off. “It's a day of joy” his words slurs, he definitely is off it already. I roll my eyes in, walking past him. My legs drift, turning away, as I move towards someone more sensible. He seems not so out of it already, having his head kept intact, as he joyfully swirls through. “Dad, what is this about? “ I have a question for the third time.