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Dad is my homeroom teacher. He loves using me to assert his authority. He firmly believes that the more I suffer, the more the other students will fear him, which, in turn, gives him more authority. When I help my classmate pass an eraser to their friend, Dad slaps me in front of everyone until my face is swollen. When I sneak a bite of my friend's leftover chips after class is over, he drags me to the podium and pokes my lips with needles until I'm bleeding profusely. Later, the school's head of discipline, Mary Milner, catches a pair of students dating on school grounds. Dad insists that I'm one of the culprits. He doesn't even give me a chance to defend myself and drags me to the hallwa

“Dad…you always say to tell you everything because you are my best friend, right? You are the only friend I trust enough to pour my heart out to without worrying that I’ll be used down the line. The only friend who will not judge me, even if I am a little weird and have a strange phobia of words and people and I can be empty sometimes. I feel that way again, Dad. Empty. And unlike the other times, I can not find a silver lining. It is just off and wrong and many other negative words. I thought about it last night like you tell me to whenever I am stuck. You said I should take a deep breath and think about the root of the issue, because once that is solved, everything else will be as well. “I

My eyes follow the fine downy hair on his chest, that run along a straight line, and disappears in his pants. “You bet!” My dad’s voice snaps me from my wild imagination. “Your baby…” He mimics a bow. “You can have her now.” I pause, frozen in thought. My eyes skit to Dominic and I see the dirty smirk on his lips… Is my dad aware that he just sold me for free to the devil himself?!

My dad decided on his own that Janice would stay in my room while I took the guest room. He said that she had suffered enough these past years. Not wanting me to feel unfairly treated, my mom bought me a villa as compensation. Without telling my mom, my dad bought Janice three villas and gave her a gold card. Not that this was important because it would only be a matter of time before I retook back everything my dad spent on this mistress. The more he spent on her, the more I would retake.

Contains explicit content, do not read if not above 18. —————————— “Mnnn-Yes!-Arghhh!“ My dad's best friend had both of my hands held with handcuffs at the head side of his bed. My legs were tied with ropes to the ceiling, leaving both my legs hung in the air for my dad's best friend to grant easy access to my pussy. He glances at me, A smile of pleasure escapes his lips, one that made me swallow a hard lump down my throat, knowing how hard I was about to get brutally fucked!

I entered the lounge where the front desk was and dad was sitting there with a newspaper in his hand. I can never understand why he likes old media. I stood in front of him and he peered over his papers. He folded the paper neatly and tucked it underneath his arm. “Are you done with work? I can wait.” Dad stated. “I asked for a half day. I get it a lot because Azrael’s my author.” “Wonderful. Let’s go.” Dad grabbed his hat and put it on. He stood up and offered his arm. “Go where?” Dad smiled. “Go on a date with dear old daddy.”

Dr Jerome said and stood to his feet. "Thank you," Aiden acknowledged. "You are free to use this place if you want time alone. I have a rooftop for relaxation. If your father left you this book, I am sure, there is something he wanted to tell you directly inside this book," Dr Jerome said and Aiden nodded before Dr Jerome exited the office. Aiden opened the book and a book separator fell out of it. He picked it up and slipped it into a random page of the book. He read the note from his father whom he never met.

"Dad, Andrew came all this way, and you managed to drive him away again. It's been so long, can't you just have a decent conversation with him?" "How did I not have a decent conversation? That brat clearly can't take a hint. He infuriates me!" James replied sharply. Diana was a bit speechless. She always thought her dad was a bit old-fashioned but ultimately kind-hearted and understanding. But on this matter, wasn't he being unreasonable? Just as she was about to speak, she noticed the scattered BL novels on the floor of the study room. They were all current and some quite explicit. She looked at James in surprise. "Dad, these books..."

“I can trade my rascally sons for Danielle !! He is so perfect !” “Stop squealing, Zoe dear. Sensitive ears here ! Although, we agree too !!” “DAD JACE !!!!” “What ?! It’s true !! He is so innocent ! He won’t even play pranks on me and your other Dads. I can already imagine dumping your devilish asses in a far away land” “Oh Lucan !” my other Dads groaned as if they were in seventh heaven. “Stop showing us dreams of perfect paradise when we are stuck with these hell sent troublemakers”

"Father, I've loved him since the moment I set my eyes on him. I'm sure as anything." "Then I guess that's solved, then," he says wistfully. "I want you to be happy, always. I don't want you to try and be perfect even when it causes a disservice to yourself. I was never a perfect son, so I don't expect a perfect daughter." I'm too stunned to speak. I just start crying. Again. "Thank you so much, Dad. I love you." "I love you too, sweetheart. And I'm sure no other man would treat you better than Max. He's a good man. A good friend. And I'm sure he'll make a fantastic husband. Mark my words."