Charming Your Dad

Sarah Blue

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Charming Your Dad

Sarah Blue

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Spotify Playlist

i hope ur miserable until your dead – Nessa Barrett

Step Mom – Catie Turner

Breakfast – Dove Cameron

I Did Something Bad – Taylor Swift

Bad Girls – M.I.A.

Rhiannon – Fleetwood Mac

Look What You Made Me Do – Taylor Swift

Bad Child – Tones And I

Dark Horse – Katy Perry, Juicy J

Voodoo – Godsmack

Smack a Bitch – Rico Nasty

Guys My Age – Hey Violet

Blood In The Cut – K.Flay

W.I.T.C.H - Devon Cole

Problem – Natalia Kills

Enemy – Imagine Dragons, JID, Arcane, League of Legends

G Walkin' on Yo Coffin – Lil Boodang

Magic – Coldplay

Bad Things – Jace Everett

What's New – Megan Thee Stallion

Hotter Than Hell – Dua Lipa

Dedication

For my petty bitches

P.S. Ryan, I’m glad we never fucked. You made a crude song about my name, so I named a villain after you *middle finger emoji*

Content Warning

Please be advised that this book is darker than my other works.

For a full list of kinks/tropes/triggers please visit my website at

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If you don't like the term Daddy this is your warning to turn around now.

Chapter 1

My cousin Stevie opens the lid to the cocktail shaker as she mixes the latest drink she wants to add to the menu. She pours the liquid into a martini glass and slides it over the obsidian bar top and I clasp the stem of the glass between two fingers.

“What’s this one called?”

“Love potion number 9,” she says with a giggle. I roll my eyes and take a sip. It tastes like shit.

I sputter a little as I try to figure out what she put in the cocktail. It’s a pinkish-reddish color and I hold it up to the light. “What the Hell did you put in this?”

“Pomegranate juice, peach vodka, grenadine, and orange juice.”

“Swap out the pomegranate juice for something else,” I say, and she groans but goes back to the drawing board.

“You’re in a mood… well, in more of a mood than usual,” Stevie says.

Stevie is everything I’m not. She loves coven life and gets along with everyone. Her outfits are always full of color, she wears long flowing skirts and weird clips in her hair. She’s pretty much the quintessential witch, and well, I’m me. If she weren’t my cousin, I would probably think she’s being fake, but I know her better than anyone and I’d hex any soul who tried to hurt her.

“It’s Ryan.” I sigh. Feeling like one of those girls who doodles a boy’s name in a journal. I’m not that girl. If anything, I’m writing your name in a journal to keep track of the people who need a good poisoning or impotence curse.