Books About Father Daughter Relationships Novels & Stories

Thankfully, I was saved before Levi would have destroyed everything. Dad was feeling guilty ever since everything happened. Everyone was mad at him. I was too. But I did not show that to him. He was already facing the whole family. And Grandpa really did not go easy on him. He was not talking to dad without scolding him for whatever he did. As for me, I was not able to do anything. I could still remember the trauma we both went through. It can never be easy for a father to watch his daughter lying naked in front of a man who was clearly going to abuse her right in front of her father. I knew it would definitely become a nightmare for him for the rest of his life and would make him feel guilt

Now I just sound like I am pleading and whiny. “Lamia, there is much to discuss and I don’t think you are ready or even in the right state of mind to venture there yet.” My dad exhales and scrubs a hand over his face in frustration and ruffles his black hair. “Do not attempt to assume what my state of mind is! Or what I can and cannot handle!” I curl my fists in agitation, the tips of my claws poking through. “That’s not what your father is saying, Lamia! We are concerned about your health. After everything you have gone through and then losing your mate after all you have endured, we just want to look out for you. You are our daughter, we love you!”

She hands me a clear file and I instantly begin to brief through it, whilst listening to her speak. "If we're both thinking the same thing then yes, he is the man your Father spoke about. Papa doesn't trust easily but for him to trust his beloved daughter to a dangerous frenemy makes me wonder if there is something your father wants you to know" She rushed out her hypothesis. Always straight to the point. I shook my head slowly, still going through the documents. "His father and your father were really close" She added, taking her hair out from the bun and hand brushing it back over her shoulders.

I sighed, "I guess that'd be my Mom." "You don't talk about your Dad much." He pointed out. I found it weird that he said that because I don't think that I've ever talked to him so much about my family to know that I don't talk about my father much. I cleared my throat, "Um, yeah. I'm not really close to him that much." "You don't like him?" "It's not that." I rested my elbows on the table. "We just don't have the best father-daughter relationship."

He relished in the simple joys of fatherhood, from playing tea parties and dress-up to reading bedtime stories and tucking her in at night. But it wasn't just the big moments that made their bond special – it was the everyday moments, the quiet moments shared between father and daughter that truly cemented their connection. Whether they were cuddled up on the couch watching cartoons or exploring the great outdoors hand in hand, Dominic treasured every moment spent with his little girl.

He took my father's presence as an advantage and to get his work done. As the plane was up high in the sky, dad pulled me onto his lap and I wrapped my arms around him. I just wanted to sleep onto his lap. I felt safe with him. It's a relationship between a father and a daughter. A father is made to be a shield for his daughter. At least, my father was a shield for me. David Wolf: You were on your honeymoon and you were missing your father. You are crazy sunshine. He whispered into my ear and I giggled. I looked up at him and pecked his cheek.

He let go of her hair and walked around her, circling her like a predator examining a trapped animal. "I've been in London for five years," Julian continued, his voice echoing off the book-lined walls. "I stayed away because I couldn't stand the sight of my father’s greed. But then I get a call. He’s in a coma. And he’s married to a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. A girl from the Vance family—a family of bankrupt liars." He stopped in front of her again. "My father’s lawyers want to throw you out on the street. They want to call the police and have you investigated for elder abuse. For murder."

It was a very sweet and romantic start, but it also ended like a nightmare. There hadn't been anyone who came between us trying to tear us apart. He also didn't have a returning first love. It had only ended because he thought his father's "friend" was more important than I was—so important that he didn't even care about his own unborn baby's life. That was the only dealbreaker between us. I kept trying to get them to stand up, but they refused and just kept apologizing. In the end, Mom told me to pack up the kiosk so that we could go home and sleep.

Even the heavy gloom that had weighed on me since returning home suddenly lifted, replaced by a strange sense of clarity. Mira whooped from the other end of the line. "Yesss! Elowen, you finally figured it out! Your mom doesn’t love you at all. What kind of mother treats her own child like that? "She’s been using you as a blood bag for her and that little brat Suri, draining you dry to support their happy life! "You’re the only idiot who toiled like an ox for them all these years. If you didn’t wake up now, I’d stop being your friend!"

It was really comfortable and I read it helped build the bond between parents. I had a whole stack of mothering care books, I was perfecting not just my father's role in the life of my daughter but also a mother's role. She was a very loud baby but I didn't mind. she kept me companying with her loud cries, laughing and making tiny noises. She was the best person ever. "Mei...