Your Dad Will Do Novels & Stories

“You only care about yourself. I begged you to quit your job. I have money! Heck I can buy the whole state if I wanted to!” “Your father has the money Jayden,” I corrected in a cool, detached tone and his face turned red with anger. Let’s just say he didn’t like being compared to his father. “Screw you Katie,” he said helping Carol with her dress and an obvious realization that I had been too dumb to notice hit me like a fiegn truck. “How… how long has this been going on?”

“Not one stubborn bone in his body will do anything of what I’ve asked of him, “Dad grunted, “Go see who’s at the door boy.” I chuckled as I answered my call.

Hot tears slipped free. Mom smoothed my hair. "It's okay, baby. You can cry—holding it in only makes it worse." "I don't want to," I lied, and a sob escaped anyway. Dad held me tighter and let me cry without questions, his silence a kind of shelter. Still, a thought flickered through me — if Ryatt ever crossed him, even in a nightmare, he'd be dead meat. *** It was weird that I still liked watching Cinderella. Even weirder that Dad still enjoyed it with me.

he yells over the idling. "I'll do it after. If she's nice, I might even give her a biscuit." Dad grins, causing me to smile back. "At some point you're going to have to admit it." "Admit what?" "That you've got it bad for little Justice Walker."

"Were you reborn too? I get it—you're just feeling upset, that's why you chose my dad. But you'd definitely regret it!" I kept admiring my dazzling reflection in the mirror, retorting coolly, "Regret? Why would I? And know your place—I'm your stepmother. I'll tell your dad if you keep being rude." Stumped for a moment, Dylan growled softly but threateningly, "Did you think you've won just because you're with my dad?! We'll see! Oh, and don't you forget—he's going to die in a couple of years, and he is sterile!"

He says and looks at me. “One second, Dad,” I say and push for my mindlink with Logan. ‘Logan?’ I ask. ‘Hey baby, are you on your way.’ He asks. ‘Dad is not feeling well, and he can’t do it. And he does not like if I do it.’ I tell him, and he takes a few minutes before he answers. ‘Okay, I will do it then. He can still come and watch.’ Logan says. ‘Thank you.’ I tell him.

I moaned. "How is daddy going to fuck me? Tell me daddy. Please tell this little whore how you are going to fuck her cunt" "Oh fuck. I am going to fuck you senseless. I am going to fuck you so hard that you'll be cumming your pretty brains out. I will pick you up and... Ugh" he grunted. It was certain that daddy was completely bricked up, all hard and wanting to fuck me so bad. "Will pick you up, fuck you, flip you over and fuck you. I am going to fuck you so hard that by tomorrow morning, you'll regret not choosing drinks over this."

I collapsed against the rusty mesh, panting for air. "That's my boy!" Dad boomed, rattling the metal with his palms. "It's in your blood," he remarked vehemently. "You're going to make it big, son. You'll see. Someday, you're going to be somebody! They'll chant your name from the crowd." "Jeez, I hope not," I chuckled a shaky breath while trembling with fatigue. Dad's proud grin stretched wide across his face, sparkling his eyes. "Let's go home and give your momma the good news."

"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.

"I'm not ready to lose you, Dad." *