You Re Not My Dad Novels & Stories

My brain could not stay in control much more longer. I was going to explode into bits with this orgasm. "Daddy! Please!" I screamed even though I wasn't too sure the words actually made sense at all when I screamed them out. "I will never deprive my daddy! I... I will never stay away from you! It's all my fault! I should have trusted my daddy more than anyone else! You want me! You want me so much and it was never an act! I know! I know now! I know please... Daddyyyy! Oh fuck! Oh please!"

"Excuse me, I gotta go." Their visions followed Gianna until she successfully left the apartment. Alastar's heavy sigh could be heard after. "I'm really sorry for not telling you... I was supposed to call a janitor to deal with the mess but I forgot," Alastar stepped closer and hugged her tight. "You do know that it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" "Yeah... I'm busy preparing all day for it." Catherine sighed and hugged him back.

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

"Am not playing smart with you. What the fuck you want you to hear, am gay and I have a boyfriend who is seven years older than me, is that what you want to hear, there you have it!" With a sudden push, I found myself stumbling over the sofa and a vicious laugh reached my ears and I looked up to find my dad standing over me, his eyes had become darker, it was like I was staring at one else who wasn't my dad. "No son of mine will become a faggot when am still alive" I gasped. To be continued...!

he drags me out of the bar. "Dad?" I yell over the loud music. "What the fuck are you doing?" I pushes me out into the cold London air and I put my arms on my hips angrily. "No, I'm not your fucking dad, and I'm pretty glad about that at the moment! Do you even realize what the fuck you are doing? You better pray you won't be on the cover page of the Guardian tomorrow!" he's screaming so fucking much, it's hurting my ears. I shrug in response. "So what? I'm on the cover page all the fucking time, this won't be the worst thing that's ever happened to me, not like being a father is." I rub my arm. It hurts from his fucking tight grip.

“Yes and no. I just have to go in and make a splash. Getting disowned isn’t really something one looks forward to.” “Dad isn’t going to disown you.” “If he doesn’t, I will.” I grumbled.

Dad Asked and tears WAs tickling in my eyes. "Dad what's this I'm hearing? You see I refused to believe all the rumors and tales that ray's family have being telling me because I know you dad, I know that you won't do anything Of such because for all the times I have spent with you, never have I feel an inch that I was never related because of your love for me, remember I will always say that, even in the next life I will still chose as my dad but how come dad?" I Asked still shocked...

and not Dad. “You no longer refer to me as your dad?” He suddenly asked. I was a little confused when he asked a question because the last time I checked, he had already disowned me as his daughter, so I don’t expect him to think I would refer to him as my dad when I no longer consider him to be one. “The last time I checked, we’re no longer family.” I replied to him immediately.

In through the nose, out through the mouth, while my heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to break free. “Where’s my dad?” I rasped. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, your dad?” He paused, letting the word hang in the air between us. “He’s fine. He just doesn’t know about this. I’m doing this one solo.”

he walked closer, “If I did all this and you couldn’t. What does that make you?” “You think you are indispensable; you think I could never do something. You think of me as the wrong son. The weaker one. Guess what dad, I could kill you now and still get the company.” I said with a shrug taking a few steps back from him. “You would never,” he responded. “You want to bet?” I eyed him with a raised brow. “I am your father.” “Enough with the I’m your father bullshit. That works on your other children, not me.”