Your Dear Daddy The Series の小説・ストーリー

she said. She took off her shirt as she felt a primal kind of heat, heating her up from the insides. She pressed play again. "Tyr," Daine said. "Go next." Tyr was Richard's father. "No, let the boy talk to his sister, I can come after that," he said. Dreykov screamed from behind the scene and then there was a slapping sound Dreykov yelled. "Mom?" He said. "That is for being stupid," she said.

All around us, the golden-branded children floated in their pods, their features varying but all bearing traces of my bone structure, my nose, my stubborn chin. Lina made a wounded noise behind me. "Sisters?" Father's gaze flicked to her. "Granddaughters, technically. Third-generation templates." He tapped the railing. "Though D-1 will always be my favorite." The central pod bubbled as the fluid drained. D-1's body slumped against the glass, her chest motionless. Not dead—dormant. Jeff's pistol never wavered. "What do you want, Ryans?" "Want?" Father chuckled. "I already have everything." He pressed a button on his watch.

They don’t need to bear my pain too. “Daddy, where mommy?” Deacon crawls into my lap and snuggles into my chest. “She always gims us kisses in da morning.”. I look into his wide hazel eyes, so much like Declan’s, and so innocent I physically ache inside. I purr for him, nuzzling my chin into his soft hair, and he melts into me even further. Over his head, I catch sight of Kellan, standing sentry over his brother, his little arms crossed and a glare boring into me.

His eyes were locked on Leo’s face, on his tear-streaked, desperate expression. "You look so fucking pretty like this," Daddy grunted, his breathing growing ragged. "On your knees, collared and crying for my cock. This is where you belong." Leo watched, mesmerized, as Daddy’s hand flew over his shaft. He could see the muscles in his stomach tensing, the heavy tightening of his balls. He knew what was coming. "Open your mouth," Daddy commanded, his voice a strained, guttural bark. "Stick out your tongue. Don't you dare fucking spill a drop."

Act! "You called us here?" My dad asked hesitantly, his head tilted to the side but still hasn't seen me sitting so straight like a bowstring just a few feet away from him. I'm sure my dad thought this was all about Flora's death, and he should watch his words so he won't upset his alpha more. If only he knew what is about to hit him right now, he wouldn't have been so cautious about Alpha Caden's feelings. I don't think the man has feelings left to hurt. He is a monster.

his father said gravely. Kelly’s father called Kant twice. When there was no answer, he put his phone down—only for it to start ringing immediately. Kant’s apologetic voice came through the speaker. “Just left the theatre. I was operating on a patient, so I couldn’t pick up. What’s up, Dad?” “If you’re not busy, come home immediately,” his father said. “Is something wrong?” Kant asked. His father’s tone was grave, and he began to worry.

Save me, Mom…" With one fluid smack, Eliza sent him flying. "Get away from me! I don't know this lunatic!" I walked over to Lucius, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you like calling people daddy? Well, the real one is here, so why are you so quiet?" Then, I turned to Joyce. "See? I told you he wasn't a reliable father, right? When it really comes down to it, there's no one better than your actual parents, don't you think?"

Replied fearfully one of the maids, she's standing in the front roll. I clenched my fist, storming past the maids as they quickly paved the way for me to walk through. Hence, I came upon my father who sits comfortably on the expensive Zara Royal sofa in the living room, he was keenly watching a TV exhibition. "Father!" I called his attention, ambling closer to him and I lay a low bow when I got to his front. "Son!" He grinned broadly, standing on his feet and I took a tread backward. “I already brought down the headlines about the unpleasant occurrence last night!” he told.

Bea Larson: Don't you think I know that? Detective Dick: Give me the safe. My guys will crack it in a day. Bea Larson: In case you forgot, I don't owe you shit. Detective Dick: And let me remind you that your father is behind bars, serving time for that son of a bitch. He gets to walk around, living a normal life, be a father to his kid. Bea Larson: You'll get the drive, Hunter. Just... give me more time.

DADDY LUCIFER- PART OF THE KINGS OF HELL SERIES I misbehaved. My knees ached from being planted on the aggressively cold floor for so long, but I would take the pain for as long as possible, if it meant gaining the Devil's forgiveness. I whimpered helplessly as the beast of a man pierced me with his cold eyes, ever so subtly patting his strong thigh twice. "D-daddy please-" My pleas were unfinished and went unheard as he continued to pick up the black paddle from his desk and roll up his sleeves.