Yo Daddy Jokes Novels & Stories

I hope I'm dreaming again. Chuckling, Diamond confirmed his words. 'That's right, Steph, we're going to fuck you,' he said as he pulled off his shirt, exposing his muscular, tattooed arms. Behind him, I could see my stepfather undressing as well. 'I'll stretch your pussy wide open, I'll fucking destroy it, and I'll use all three holes of yours at once before choking you to death!' Diamond added with a sinister smile.

"I thought I knew how to make an omelette. I guess not." "Don't beat yourself up, or should I say cut yourself up?" "Haha, that was terrible." "It was good, it was a good joke," "Then how come I'm not laughing?" "Cause I think you cut up your funny bone too," Marcus couldn't hold back his laugh, "that made no sense, at all." "Yet you laughed, so mission accomplished. When I was a kid, my dad would make a bunch of dad jokes whenever we got hurt just to distract us from the pain, they were rarely funny." Marcus chuckled. "But it's the effort that counts, huh?"

"You don’t get my jokes?" "I never get your jokes dad even mom." Dad immediately face mom. "You don’t get my jokes honey?" "No! I do well most of the time." She smile sheepishly. "Tyler, my jokes aren’t that bad right?" I glanced at Tyler and saw him shaking his head. "No, of course not. I find it funny." "See… even Tyler like it." I rolled my eyes. "He’s a liar." I muttered lowly. Dad raised his eyebrow to me. "What’s that?"

he said in a lower voice, like the way my voice went sometimes when Mommy wagged a finger in my face and scolded me. “Yes! Like Daddy, but shorter,” I finally remembered Uncle Gio now. “Just a little bit shorter. Don’t praise your dad too much; he’ll get a big head, and it’ll explode,” he mumbled. I laughed now; he was exactly like Uncle Darren. Uncle Darren always asked me to stop praising Mommy or she would blow up like a balloon and pop. “You’re just like my Uncle Darren,” I told him. It would be good if they met, so they could crack uncle jokes, and I could laugh harder. Uncle Gio went silent for a few seconds before Daddy came back to the phone.

Charlotte's POV There was a time when I used to dream about the future with Layson. I would imagine if we had a daughter, I'd spoil her into the happiest little princess alive, and she'd be forever safe from harm. If we had a son, I wanted him to be as strong as Layson, inheriting his father's glory. I drew countless portraits of those children and imagined how they would look one day. But when I timidly offered those drawings to Layson, he never looked at them. He tore them up and threw them into the fireplace. He told me in the coldest tone that he could have children with anyone but never with me. He told me to stop daydreaming.

Everyone in the room shot quizzical looks towards my side and it seemed like Mom’s eyes would pop out on the ground. “What the hell, Ryder ! What is that ?” Mom shrieked. “Believe me, I know him better, Zoe. Must be something really crappy just as the shit on me,” Dad X smirked. “So, what is this unheard NDTSA syndrome that you are suffering from,” he asked with an amused grin plastered on his face. I seriously love this guy and he is dead serious when he says he understands me the most. That is why, pranking him is the most victorious thing that I feel.

A man cracked a joke and laughter filled the air but conversation faltered as they drew she drew closer to the table side by side with Zavian. The smile on Mr. Dolgado’s face grew wider. “Thank goodness you two are here.” “Good day, father…. Everyone,” Zavian greeted, and his father spared him a wink before turning to Isadora. “Come here, Isadora. Come.” Isadora lifted her gaze gently, walking to meet him. “It’s great that you are here. The party is about to begin and your second brother is here.” He announced while Zavian settled into the chair away from his brother.

This time, there was no way out. He dragged me toward the door, my feet stumbling to keep up, my arm screaming where he gripped it. I was still trying to explain. “Dad, I did not do it. Uncle Ray miscounted. Brady made it up. I did not give anyone a reason to laugh at you.” “Did not do it? Brady saw it with his own eyes, and you are still denying it?” Dad wrenched the front door open. Cold air rushed in. “I will teach you a lesson right now so you never forget what it feels like when people laugh at you.”

"That dude needs some chill, he couldn't call, he just made you wait" " For two hours, I would use such time to work on my codes, and I when I told dad what happened, he was like, he is a busy man, he is the CEO of a big cooperation blah blah blah" I mimicked his words, I wasn't happy with my Father, I have not been happy with him since this charade, or maybe long before that. "Your dad makes my dad who doesn't know who I am seem cool" she chirped, and we laughed at that, Alee had a difficult childhood and seeing her make a joke of it, I'm happy she's finally letting go.