All Chapters of Daddies Taste Better : Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Noah exhaled slowly, like the words were physically difficult to push out. His eyes dropped to the cut on his wrist for a second before he spoke.“They are kill counts.”I sniffed, wiping at my face with the back of my hand even though more tears kept falling. “What?”He didn’t look at me when he answered. His voice was low, flat, almost detached.“I killed four men in the space of yesterday and today.. This…” He lifted his injured wrist slightly. “This is what I do after. A fucked-up kind of punishment, I guess. Every time I take a life, I do this. It makes me feel better. But I always make sure it’s not enough to die from so you shouldn’t worry your head about it.”The room felt like it had gone completely still. Before I could find any words, he reached out with his good hand and gently wiped the tears from my cheek. His thumb brushed across my skin, but it left a streak of blood behind. I felt the warm smear against my face and froze.“Don’t waste your tears on an asshole like me

THEA ASHFORD°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The car pulled up the long driveway just as the sun was beginning to dip behind the trees. I was still in my work clothes when the driver opened the door for me. Before I could even step fully out, a small blur came barreling toward me from the front steps.“Mommy!”Micah’s voice rang out, bright and excited, and in the next second his little arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. I laughed, the sound bubbling up as I dropped my bag and bent down to hug him back.“Hey, my love,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. I straightened up and, without thinking, scooped him into my arms the way I always did.He was getting heavier by the day but I still lifted him anyway, settling him on my hip like I had when he was smaller. My arms protested a little, but I didn’t care. These moments were becoming fewer as he grew, and I wasn’t ready to let them go just yet.Micah wrapped his arms around my neck and squeezed, his face buried against my shoulder for

A soft warmth settled in my chest as I finally turned and headed toward the master bedroom to take my own bath.By the time I finished, I felt much better. The long day at work, the emotional conversation with Micah, and even the earlier stress about Seraphina had all faded into the background as I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, my hair damp and my skin smelling like my body wash.Just as I was reaching for my lotion, I heard the front door open downstairs, followed by the familiar sound of Gage’s deep voice.“Hey, buddy,” he said warmly. I could hear the smile in his tone even from up here. “How was your day? Did you give your mom a hard time?”Micah’s excited reply was muffled, but I could tell he was talking a mile a minute, probably already telling his father about Mr. Wiggles and the career play at school.I smiled to myself as I quickly slipped into a soft robe. A moment later, I heard Gage’s steady footsteps coming up the stairs. They grew louder until they sto

SARAPHINA °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･It was very late when the soft knock on my door pulled me out of sleep.I blinked groggily in the dark, my mind foggy as I sat up. For a second, I thought I’d imagined it. Then it came again, three quiet taps on my door.Frowning, I swung my legs off the bed and padded over to the door. When I opened it, Noah was standing there with my phone in his hand. “You left this in the tub earlier,” he said quietly. “I fixed it.”I stared at the phone for a moment before slowly reaching out to take it, our fingers brushed and I quickly pulled my hand back. Then I felt a bit embarrassed, realizing how stupid that must have looked since he definitely noticed.“Thanks,” I mumbled, still half-asleep and completely thrown off by the fact that he was standing in front of me.Then he would turn to leave but I didn’t close the door. Instead, I found myself asking the question that had been sitting heavy in my chest since I woke up earlier.“Are you okay?”It came out softer than I

“It’d still be a hell of a lot fucking better than whatever the fuck that was you made,” he replied, straightening up with a faint wince that he tried — and failed — to hide. I stared at him, the words I wanted to say lodged stubbornly in my throat. There was so much I needed to say, but I couldn’t stand the idea of sounding annoying. Still, he must have caught the hesitation on my face, because he raised an eyebrow and wiped his hands on his sweats. “What?” he asked. I hesitated for a second, then finally let it out. “Can’t you take care of it tomorrow?” I said, my eyes drifting back to the garden. “You’re still recovering.” He straightened to his full height, wiping his gloved hands on his sweatpant without a word. A heavy silence settled between us as he looked at me with that same unreadable expression—the one that always made it impossible to tell what he was really thinking. Then, finally, he spoke. “I’ll be fine.” That was all he had to say, like it was the most obvious