Your Dear Daddy The Series Novels & Stories

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.

Tehzeeb was glued in her position looking at both her parents lifeless body ********* In Remembrance of My Daddy (Sayuti Ladan), Alhaji Abdullahi (Estu Nitsa) and Alhaji Abdulateef Alkali ( My Grandfather's) and all the Deceased. May Allah continue to forgive all your short comings and grant you Aljannatul Firduas. May we all meet in Jannah What did you think about the surprised that it's not Ibrahim's father that slapped him rather Khady. And the demise of Mallam Audu Tehzeeb's father Plsss comment vote and share Ghost readers don't be joy killers

If you could survive living without James, someone you thought you couldn't breathe without, then you can survive this too. With those thoughts, sleep finally pulled me under. When I woke up it was already one in the afternoon. God, my body was genuinely exhausted. I got up and made food, settled onto the sofa with my phone to check emails from Nick or anyone else. Then my heart skipped, several beats at once. The screen was showing message from Dear Daddy. I gulped and opened it. 'I'm sorry, baby girl. I had to leave like that because I had a meeting.' I opened his next message.

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.

There was nothing hesitant in his gaze—only that same heat, that same hunger that had been smoldering between us for far too long. "Mr. Damian..." I whispered, my voice barely a breath. He paused. His eyes lifted to mine—stormy, dark, and completely in control. "Try again," he said, his eyes darkening more. My lips parted, trembling. "Mr. Damian..." A small, wicked smile curved his mouth. "No, sweetheart." His hands gripped my thighs tighter. "It's Daddy. Call me Daddy." My breath caught. There was something dangerous in the way he said it, something that made every nerve in my body snap to life.

he cried out, throwing his head back. "Daddy!!" I cried out, squirming underneath him. He was merciless, demanding his next orgasm with his brutal thrusts. I was screaming so loud that I covered my mouth. Daddy lets out a disapproving growl, yanking my hand off my mouth. He grabbed my other hand, pinning them to the bed and intertwining them together. "Holy shit, that's so...h-hard," I squealed, looking up at Daddy. "This is what my little slut wanted, isn't it?" Daddy said in between breathless moans. "Huh? You wanted me to ruin this pussy, huh, little slut?"

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

Zavian brushes his lips against my forehead. “I love you,” I whisper into the small space between us. “We love you,” Caspian answers. Zavian’s voice is soft and certain. “Always.” I close my eyes and let the weight of their bodies and the warmth of their hands ground me completely. The twins shift again beneath my skin. One of the men, I cannot tell which, spreads his fingers more protectively over the place where the movement was strongest. This is our family. Built in love. Kept in safety.

“Argghhh!!! Daddy!!! Ummm... Fuck!!!! Yes…. Oh!!!! I love this…. I love this, Daddy!!!! I love how you are…. Unmmm….” Kira’s eyes rolled to the back of her head now, but she could not even tell if she was moaning this loud because he had asked her to, or because of the raw energy that was starting to gather across her body with a very high speed. “Ohhhh…” she groaned now, subconsciously grabbing his arms and digging her nails into his skin. “Urgghhh, cupcake! Yeah! That's how you do it! That's how you show that Daddy is fucking your sweet, tight pussy well…”

he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he tore deeper into me. “Open me up Daddy, make me yours, dig me, Daddy, please” I cried. His dick was so big, I wondered if I could last another minute pretending I was enjoying his thrust, my pussy was struggling to adjust to his size. “Daddy, my pussy is going to fall apart” I screamed. “You like it, dont you? You like being big daddy’s slut?” I heard him say as he pounded harder into me. “Yessssssss daddy! Yes!!!! Yes,” I screamed.