Weird Strict Dad Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

aunty Athena says, she's a meanie too, nu like her no more. "I want to go to daddy," I say, he's the only nice one. "Daddy is busy and don't you dare teleport him in," she says, why is she so mad at me, fine I won't teleport him in, I'll teleport myself over. I closed my eyes putting my focus on me, then imagining daddy, but instead of telling my magic to bring him in, I told my magic to take me over to him. "Yess!" I say proud of myself, I did manage to teleport but now that I'm seeing where I'm, maybe I was better at his room, this looks like the dungeon, Damon and Trent were both here, shirtless, with blood and bruises all over their faces.

It seems he read my mind and went back to finger fucking me aggressively. “You really need to learn how to stay around responsible people,” Dad continued, his tone growing firmer. “Not boys like that idiot from your former school.” A soft sound escaped my throat before I could stop it as Sam kept flicking on my clit. Dad’s expression sharpened instantly. “What was that?” “N-nothing,” I answered too fast. Samuel bit back a smile. I could have killed him. “You’re acting strange,” Dad said slowly. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

she nods Mom walks upstairs and looks at me in a concerned look... Dad walks upstairs to his study and I follow... He sits down while I close the door... "Something happen at the company?" he asks "No dad... Something happened at the Lab grandmother keeps all the grandsons’ sperm" I tell him Dad looks at me as if I've said something crazy "Whose sperm is missing?" he frowns I sit in the chair before saying "Mine" "How long?" he frowns

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?

“Goddamn, little sis. Smells like fresh cunt. College boys didn’t wreck this hole too badly, did they?” I squirmed, but Damien snatched my wrists from behind, pinning them hard. “We waited three fucking years. Dad’s rules start the second you walk in.” They dragged me inside. The doors slammed shut like a cage locking. My stomach dropped. They hauled me into the big living room. Dad sat in his big leather chair like a king. Mom was nowhere, probably locked upstairs, broken and full of cum like always. “Strip,” Dad ordered, calm but deadly.

The sight left me so stunned that I fainted. When I woke up, I was shoved into a closet and locked in. Whenever I made a mistake, that was always my punishment. I didn't know what I had done wrong. I pounded the door, crying, "Dad, let me out. I'm scared! It's so dark. Please let me out!" No one answered. I stayed in that cramped, suffocating space for so long that I thought I might die there. At last, the door was yanked open. Dad stood outside with a cold, disgusted look on his face as he stared at me. It was as though he were looking at trash.

blindly Maybe if I had obeyed without question...that I had avoided dragging my feet...maybe Dad wouldn't have woken up. ... With a trembling hand I pour a row of powder on the table and with the energy of despair I snort.... -Mom......I let go firmly. What happens at the end! So where are we going? -I...I'll explain everything to you once I'm safe! His tone was jerky... just know that your father got involved in some shady things and that has repercussions on us.

"Doctor, can my back ever be straight again? Mom says I was born with a worthless spine, that I can only be Callie's doormat. "If I don't be a doormat, Dad will lock me in the basement and won't give me any food." The words of a child, spoken without malice, cut the deepest. Dr. Hodge's face turned ashen. "Outrageous! Screw being a doormat! This is a crime!" Just then, the emergency room door burst open. Dad and Mom rushed in, and the moment Mom saw me, she lunged forward in a bid to cover my mouth.

I blurted out, "She'll be..." "Tell your mother?" he waved his hand, "Are you kidding? I'd love to show her that book, maybe she'd get some fucking ideas." He sighed, "But she probably wouldn't understand half of what was in it." Not sure what to say, I simply shrugged. Dad looked down at me silently for a moment. His blue eyes were wide and he seemed as if he were excited. He was standing directly in front of me and while I waited from him to continue, my eyes wandered down his broad chest and flat stomach. Unable to help it I risked dropping my eyes to his crotch and my heart skipped a beat. He was hard. His jeans were so tight; I could see the impressive length of his erection going down

My guts were serpents, coiling and preparing to strike. Again. Preparing to strike again. Because I’d already struck once. I gaped at my brother in fascinated dread, swallowing the lump in my throat as footsteps sounded in the hall, and a moment later my father appeared in the doorway. He took one look at Chase and frowned. “Stop being an ass—did she take it? We can’t have her getting pregnant. The King would never take her back if...” But when he didn’t move, Dad’s brows pinched down over his eyes and he glared at me. “What the fuck is going on?”