What Is Daddy Pig's Real Name Novels & Stories

I peeked out to look. At the far end of the hallway, Uncle Nick Wilder was marching toward us with his good-for-nothing son, Anthony Wilder, in tow. Uncle Nick was nothing short of a parasite. Back when Mom was still earning a modest living at the factory, he'd borrowed money from her under every excuse imaginable and never paid a cent back. Later, when Dad was diagnosed with kidney failure, Mom had gone to Uncle Nick in desperation. She had even gotten down on her knees outside his house and begged, but he never opened the door. Instead, he cursed through the metal gate, calling Dad a good-for-nothing money pit.

"Did you hear how proud she is? What's there to be proud of? He's just a stupid bodyguard! How embarrassing!" "I wouldn't even have dared to tell anyone if my Dad is a bodyguard! My Dad has a few bodyguards of his own, and he always calls them pigs, because they're useless!" "If her Dad is a pig, doesn't that mean she's a pig too?" "Yes! Hahaha! Jovie Cole is a pig!"

He said. “What?." I asked feeling somewhat elated. “It turns out my mum had her own secrets. My dad's name was Christopher, he was a bartender and he probably died broke." I didn't know why but I bursted out in laughter. He stood up from his chair and morphed in front of me. “What is so funny?." He asked looking amused. “I dunno why... But I just felt relieved that at least someone you knew didn't have exaggerated amounts of money." I said and then his smile faded.

Thankfully he never turned to drink or used drugs like some kids I know. “Nah, I need to focus on my studies, Harp. Too much riding on it. I want to do well and get myself a good job.” “Your daddy does well, can’t you go into business with him?” His father owns a chain of motorcycle stores across the country, he’s no billionaire but he has a lot of money. I can’t lie it’s another reason he turns me on because he is a self-made man, and he rides a bike. I’d sure as hell love to get on the back of it and go for a ride with him, fuck I’d like to ride Levi that’s for sure. I go dreamy again, wondering about his touch on me, how his fingers would feel inside my pussy. I squeeze my thighs together

“Th… Thank… Thank you, daddy, for filling me with your precious cum. Thank you for pleasuring me.” Oliver felt content. His smile widened. “That’s like my good babygirl. Now tell me whose whore you are?” He asked, slapping her both cheeks lightly to make them red and inserted his thumb in her mouth, letting her suck it before pulling it back the next moment. He was amazed at how easily her cheeks were getting red with his light slapping in which he didn't even apply any strength. “You… Yours, daddy.” She shuddered. “Mine what?”

I wonder what happened that made him so angry? He sees me and cuts the video call after some minutes and sighs deeply rubbing his face with his hands. "Did I wake you up babe?" "Ehm....kind of....what's going on?" "Sorry for that!....well it turns out that my PA was right about the new client!.....and for now i don't have a solution to get rid of him Mel, the guy is ruthless and apparently Richard's uncle!!....it's crazy but Mr. Romano de Montenegro is really his uncle and even more worse is that he is a mafia and that's the reason Richard's mother give him her name instead of his father when he was born because she was afraid that one day they will do something to Richard what according to

“And you think pretending I don’t exist will fix it?” “Don’t turn this on me!” “I’m turning it toward the truth,” he said firmly. “Crystal deserves more than whispers.” Before Amara could respond— A small voice spoke from the hallway. “I heard everything.” Crystal stood there, eyes glossy, hands clenched. “So it’s real,” she said softly. “He really is my dad.” Silence crashed into the room. Amara felt like the ground vanished beneath her. Crystal ran. Out the door. Into the dark.

If she was scared. I wonder if she'd be proud of me. Probably not. I'm not proud of me either. My father's name is Marek Vale. He's a gambler. An addict. A man who sells information about unregistered Omegas to wealthy Alpha families for cash, then spends it all on cards and bottles and needles before the sun comes up. He's the kind of man who looks at his daughters and sees assets instead of children. The kind of man who disappears for days and comes back smelling like whiskey and lies.

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

“How about your dad, what do you know about him?” “Not much,” I propped myself on the bed, crossed leg while he sat on his study chair. “Mom said he was a dangerous man. His name is Pechschwarz.” Marco’s brows furrowed as he rubbed his clean shaved chin. “He’s German?’’ I shake my head no “it’s what she calls him. Pitch Black, that’s why she named me Black.” He bobbed his head up and down, “where did she meet him?”