Books About Father Daughter Relationships นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

***Nora's POV*** My father has an angry look on his face as he strode into my room. From his facial expression, I knew he was bringing trouble my way or he was about to cause a quarrel between us. They say fathers and daughters are supposed to be best friends, but my father and I are like fire and ice. Yeah, we were like every father and daughter out there until a few years ago, his attitude towards me started changing. Our relationship got a lot worse three years ago when he suggested I mate and marry Mason Stanford, the second son of his best friend, Elias Stanford.

Alexa hummed as she bobbed her head up and down softly, but she didn't say a word. Logan's smile left his face when he guessed what she might be thinking. He was not sure she had a relationship like that with her father like he did. The little time he saw her spend with her father was horrible enough. 'What kind of a father would do something like that to his own daughter? His only daughter, in fact,' he wondered. "Tell me about you and your father's relationship," Logan said. Alexa sighed. Their hands were still intertwined, but they felt safe there.

“Oh Fred! Irish is your daughter, your first and only daughter. It's been five years, isn't that enough?” “I need some rest” “Some running away from the truth Fred! It's been five years, and you're being heartless now. Let the past be by gone! You can't even trust your daughter to believe her. I hate you for this” Mother cried as she walked out of the room. “She's paying for her sin! Let her come out true, and I'll forgive her” Father yelled over and face his magazine again. Sincerely he missed her daughter, no matter how hard he's trying to play He missed him dearly. He and her daughter had created a strong bond, and he didn't believe it to that it was Irish.

And when I walk past those shelves again, brushing my fingers along the spines, seeing my face in the reflection of the glossy covers, I whisper to myself, “For once, I own my story.” #•# #Joel’s POV# Lately, I’ve been thinking about my father a lot. Maybe it’s because everything in my life feels like the opposite of what he left me with. Fear doesn’t own me the same way it used to. Anger doesn’t eat me alive like it once did. And the closer Dorothy and I get to holding our child, the more I realize—I don’t want to repeat his mistakes.

He held one of her favourite books in his hands. I'm touched by the sight and I lean against the door, watching father and daughter. I sighed, feeling relieved and a little guilty… okay, more than a little. Was I being too selfish by letting our past hinder the relationship he could have with his kids? I wondered how Karin would react if she knew she had her father by her side at this moment. The father she had always craved.

"Everyone, come take a look! This is the woman who incited her daughter to harm herself for money! She lost her job and her daughter was expelled, yet she's still hanging around! No wonder her man left her. A woman like her brings nothing but bad luck!" She grew more animated, now stepping forward to point at my daughter. "And this little liar! Raised without a father, she's already lying and cheating at such a young age! She's only gonna get worse when she grows up! I think she should be sent to juvenile prison!" "Shut your mouth!" My blood boiled, and I yelled. "I'll say what I want!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't want people to talk about it, don't do it, crazy woman! And t

she pouts. “Yes, you do. Doesn’t she mommy?” Craig asks. I laugh at the two of them. They’re so silly. But looking at them interacting with one another they seem like father and daughter. This is the relationship I wanted Aaron and Harriette to have. This is what I prayed for. The reason I stayed with Aaron for so long. Yet he never seemed to care until now when we’re no longer together. I didn’t think my daughter could have a relationship like this with another man before. I was so worried about another man not loving my daughter I never considered him loving my daughter as his own.

“Dad.” Brandon turned back and was stunned for a short moment. Freyja added, “I’ll go with you.” The father and daughter went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients and food. Freyja had not gone out with her father for a long time. She vaguely remembered that she was only a few years old the last time her father took her out to play. Twenty years had passed in the blink of an eye. In the family that she used to have, her mother was mightily aggressive, and her father was extremely cowardly, and that combination caused the relationship between her and her father to grow farther and farther apart.

Just like Emily, he will have to deal with it. “I will be right back.” I say in a hurry. I need to tell him everything from the beginning. I need to let him know his daughter isn’t as distant as she appears to be. I was actually close but didn’t show it. What has become of the relationship between I and my Dad? Terrible. “DAD!” I call entering his room. He is reading a book as usual and I wonder how easily he reached out for the book in the few minutes I left to instruct Stephanie.