Weird Strict Dad Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

Chapter 19 Sara POV I opened my eyes slowly,I can feel pain all over my body as tears filled my eyes "what kind of dad hits his daughter,"I thought wondering I can hear my mom weeping,I hate her She pulled me into this mess why cheat on my stepdad?why give birth to me from such dad "You are awake baby girl" he said with a smile but I ignored him " Come on am sorry I let my anger get the best of me So forgive me," I wince in pain,"it ok sweetie you will be alright ,am talking to you Sara "he raised his voice which made me whine in pain

He follows me down, covers the world around us with his shadow, and makes a promise I feel, not hear: Now that your dad is flying out, you’re done pretending. End of Chapter 5

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.

“Fuck, don’t remind me. You’re lucky—your old man doesn’t give a shit what you do.” “Yeah, ‘cause he already handed me everything on a silver platter,” I say dryly, shaking my head. We may be close, but my dad is still strict as hell. “He doesn’t care what I do, as long as I don’t embarrass the family name.” “That’s easy,” Aiden smirks. “You just have to keep your dick out of trouble.” I shove his shoulder. “Unlike you, I actually have self-control.” “Yeah, yeah,” he laughs. “That cute little Omega of yours probably helps with that.”

“Okay son, I’m proud of you. She went out with a few of her girlfriends to do some shopping, she will be back later.” “Okay, Thanks dad.” After I grab a drink and snack from the kitchen, I make my way up to my room. One thing people don’t understand is that there is a reason why my dad seems like a hard ass and why he seems so strict, but he just wants to see me succeed at life, he has always told me how his parents struggled most of his life growing up and he just doesn’t want that for me. Which I can totally understand. My dad has always had my back no matter what and I am so grateful to have him as my dad.

'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.'

“So you think the right thing to do is to allow your errors to go uncorrected?” I squirm on his lap, getting turned on already at his insinuation. “Yessss,” I say with a smile, my words ending in a hiss as his tongue trails a lazy path along my collarbone. “N-n-no fairrrr.” My eyelids flutter shut as I squirm on his lap. “Dadddyyyy.” “I think you have it made,” he says, one hand traveling down my back to land on my ass and give it a sharp squeeze. I squeal.

I challenged him, my eyes staring daggers at him . “Because you have no choice except you want to die by beheading,” he blurted o firmly “in case you don't know my father then I did like to let you know that my father is a very strict man who doesn't go back on his words he will definitely find you” he explained, in a cold tone. I smirked “maybe you forgot to mention the fact that he is brutal and heartless” I murmured underneath my breath “Did you say something” Derrick asked staring at me

“Why do you keep doing this to me Shimma, fuck! I'm trying to hold this in!“ He banged the door and he wasn't there anymore. I had paused on my track due to shock. My boobs still sticking out under my sweatshirt, my hand still dug into my pussy. What was that? Was he mad at me? Or was he aroused by it? I woke up hearing my dad's voice coming from the living room. My experience with Mr Mattias added to the case, how would he look at me after seeing me touching myself and screaming his name. I was ashamed of myself. I heard a knock on my door and I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I didn't know why or maybe it was because I didn't want to stand the sight of Mr Mattias, I couldn't. “Honey,”