Weird Strict Dad Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

I try to fight back, but an elbow hits the side of my head, and everything goes black. When I regain consciousness, the world feels heavy. My wrists are bound, my head throbs. The warehouse is brightly lit now—guards line every corner, armed and silent. My father sits in a leather chair like a king in his court, puffing lazily on a cigar. “I knew you’d come to your senses eventually,” he says, exhaling smoke with a smirk. “You’ve always been your mother’s daughter—reckless, emotional, and beautifully stupid.” “Where is Peter?” I rasp, my throat dry.

EX'S DAD FUCKS ME TO MAKE ME GET OVER HIS DAUGHTER 4 My eyes met hers. Shame crashed over me like ice water. I was still folded in half, legs cuffed back, my hole stretched obscenely around her own father’s thick cock while he was balls-deep inside me. I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. “DAD?! CASSIAN?! Oh my god, what the hell is this?!” she shrieked, voice cracking with disgust and rage.

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

“I’ve met him now.” The understatement almost made me laugh, but the sound wouldn’t come. I pressed my forehead lightly against the cool glass. “And?” Maya pressed. “Is he weird? Strict? One of those rich older men who talks about investments at dinner?” I closed my eyes. The memory of his voice in the study the night before rose without permission—*This is what you come here for. The fact that I decide when you get it.* Heat followed the memory, unwelcome and automatic. “He’s strict,” I said carefully. “There are rules. I can’t just leave whenever I want. Security is tight right now.”

Dad’s Best Friend Chapter 3: Stolen Afternoons The days that followed our first real kiss felt like walking on a tightrope — thrilling, terrifying, and impossibly delicate. Dad returned from his business trip none the wiser, happy to have his best friend around. He and Marcus spent mornings playing golf or working on some old car project in the garage, laughing like they were still twenty years old. Meanwhile, I tried to act normal — helping Mom with errands, reading by the pool, and pretending my heart didn’t skip every time Marcus walked into a room.

Qayamat! As soon as I reached home I found everybody in the living room. I don't know whether to name it home or hell. Everybody were gawking at me as if they would eat me alive. *ew that's disgusting *. "What have you done today?" Said my dearest Dad. He's like a typical strict father in my case. "I went to the office today and the rest is personal I don't want to tell you about it," I said and walked towards the dining room.

As he approached Adam, I see him anxiously twisting his finger; he seemed scared of Adam. "You're definitely right, but tell me, why create a trend that puts the entire world and supernatural beings in danger," he faces dad, " what do you think would happen, when your silly plan to gave the world a balance, blow up to your face, and you get to keep the world in a grave danger,".. his eyes went back to Adam, who didn't once blink .. Chapter 40, She's Special Adam was still showing his nonchalant attitude towards what Elijah said, again dad requested them to leave, but the changed when Elijah walks up to dad and obstructed him From taking a step ahead, " what!," Dad asked rudely to him....

she continued, her words a relentless barrage that left me reeling. With a heavy heart, I turned away, retreating behind the safety of the curtain as I struggled to contain the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. Why did she have to cause issues? As Sally joined me and settled into a chair beside me, her presence offered a comforting feeling. "I know that you said your parents were religious and strict, I didn't think you meant this bad." Her words carried a weight of understanding that resonated deeply, her chuckle a gentle reminder that I wasn’t alone in facing the challenges posed by my mother’s rigid beliefs.

"What do you mean? Can you just stop cutting through cor-" "Your stupid father is in prison" "What!?" A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think about this chapter! xoxo Zaee

The rough fabric of his suit trousers pressed right against my soaked pussy. I moaned loud, the sound ripping out of me before I could think. My back arched, pushing my chest harder into his grip. “Dadd—” His hand shot down between my legs, fingers sliding through my slick folds and pushing two thick digits straight inside me without warning. My body jerked violently, legs shaking as I shouted, “Oh shit, Daddy!” He leaned in close, voice low and rough, nothing like the modulated one from the set. “You want me to tell your mum what you’ve been doing? Spreading your legs for strangers on camera like a little slut?”