Jimin Daddy Romane & Geschichten

Even before… I had a little crush on Tito Damien. He was attractive. Strong. Charismatic. I always knew women swooned over him, even at his age. But I pushed it all away because I loved Justin more. I chose the son. But now… “Tell me. Why?” he asked again. I looked up and met his eyes. They were full of concern. “He cheated on me. With my best friend,” I said directly. His eyes widened for a second, then quickly darkened with concern again. “He did that? My son?”

"Then I'll meet you at your house as well, but Garvin..." "Yes, Jake?" "You're telling me you're a dad?" Jake found the news hard to believe. However, Garvin, in a good mood, responded. "Well, you've had so many women and couldn't get one pregnant. I had one and, bingo, I have a son!" Jake was overjoyed to hear the happiness in Garvin's voice, a happiness he had never heard before in all the time they had known each other. But still, there was a hint of skepticism in Jake's mind.

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.

This sun so wasn't her friend, it seemed to be striving hard to be a mortal enemy of hers these days. She was, however, relieved when they left the sun for the arrival lounge, even though she knew it was only temporary. "So, what now?" She turned towards Zanéh. Zanéh had unwrapped a new stick of pink gum and she stuffed it in her mouth. Then she stuck her hands in her jacket pockets and pouted in concentration. "Mommy said Daddy was going to be outside waiting for me, but I can't seem to find him," she finally said when her mouth wasn't full anymore.

“What is the reason?” “Chang Min is not my son.” Do Sejin reveals, “Eun Min Ah and I aren’t married. We faked our marriage because of some reasons. Now, she is married to the man who is Chang Min’s father. His name is Jung Kwang Soo. Do you know him?” Eun Soh Chun shakes his head. “He used to be an owner of the law firm, but he plans to start a business in another city after some time. Your sister will be happy with him. He is a good man.”

By the way, who's moving to Joo Ho's house? "The Kims are moving in from the Philippines. The father is Korean and works in Sansung. You know one of the biggest companies here in South Korea? I heard he was promoted to marketing something, so he decided to bring his daughter here. He told me his wife stayed in the Philippines with their son, so it's just him and Hana. I heard she enrolled in your school. Be nice to her, ok?" "Hana…" Beautiful name, Suho mused, "Of course, grandma," he grinned.

“—tell me who’s your daddy.” The next thrust was brutal, deliberate, grinding deep enough that I saw stars. “You are,” I sobbed out, voice cracking. “You are my daddy—” “Louder.” He punctuated the word with another punishing drive of his hips, spanking me again—harder—while he kept fucking me without mercy. My ass burned, my pussy throbbed, every nerve screaming in the best way. “You’re my daddy—oh God—Mr. William you’re my daddy—” The words spilled out between screams, high and desperate, my whole body shaking like I might fly apart.

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their nam

Yet the sound didn't die down. A grunt left Damian's lips as he pulled back, licking his lower lip in frustration. He forcefully pulled out his phone from his pants pocket. And damn—if my eyes weren't fixated on the bulge in his pants. How big is he? Would it even fit in me? Would I be able to handle it? "It's your Dad," Damian said, snapping me out of my trance. My heart skipped a beat. And guilt instantly crept in. My Dad was away while I was here having a pleasure-filled moment with his best friend.

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the