Dad And Daughter Novels & Stories

she said to whoever was calling her. "Hey, Dannie, we need you urgently at the company. Ever since you've been gone, our sales have plummeted. Please come here now; you're the only one who can fix this," a voice from the other line said. Dannie sighed and rubbed his face. He no longer cared about the company, but he knew his daughter wouldn't let him be the reason for another downfall. "Dada, it's okay," Adah said with a smile to her father. Dannie approached his daughter, hugged her tightly, and kissed her forehead.

Dylan growled angrily. She stared at his utterly familiar face, bit was filled with rage after what he'd just done. “Let go of me, sir!” She yelled out. Joanna tried her best to remain stable in the arms of her mother. “Daddy, let go of my mummy!” She cried out. Katrina didn't hear wrong, her daughter just referred to this strange man as her daddy. She couldn't understand what was going on. Who Dylan was and why did Joanna call him daddy?

“I watched him turn into a man I couldn’t recognize… because I didn’t step in when I should’ve. I kept telling myself he was strong enough to survive anything. But strength without warmth is a slow kind of death.” Adam looked at her, his gaze steady, quiet. “I won’t lose those years with you.” Dysis swallowed hard, blinking fast. “And I told you before—” he added, his voice gentler now, “call me Dad. You’re officially my daughter-in-law now. Whether you believe it or not, I’m proud to call you that.” Her breath hitched. The word Dad ached in her chest in ways she didn’t know it could. It didn’t erase anything—but it filled a hollow space she didn’t know had been waiting.

I practically held my breath as I claimed my position at my father's side on stage. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, if you could all take your seats," my father announced into the microphone and everyone scurried to their assigned seats, "I'd like to thank you all for joining us this evening. My wife and I couldn't be more happier with the turnout. You all already know my son, Daniel Harper, but many of you have been asking about my daughter. She still exists and she stands living and breathing beside me."

"And Mommy loves him. She tells him all the time. She always says things like….uh, 'Dada, you're my superhero!' And Dada says, 'You're mine too, Mommy!' They always hold hands, and they read me stories together. And now we're a real family, with Mommy, Dada, and me! My mommy, Reigna, and my dada, Carlisle! We live in the big penthouse now! We're the bestest family!" The man’s gaze drifted back to the big mango tree, to Mommy and Dada, who were now sharing a gentle kiss, a soft, happy moment under the leaves, their faces close. He watched them, a long, deep sigh escaping him. His shoulders seemed to slump a little, like he was carrying something heavy.

~Odessa~ "Son-in-law," Dad spoke as Adrian continued to approach. "Dad," Adrian responded while my feet moved on their own, giving way to let him speak to Dad. "Thank you so much for always being there for my daughter. Even though things turned out this way, you never abandoned her." Dad said, sincerely grateful to him. "It is always my duty to be there for her," Adrian simply responded. "Please, Son, now that we're not going to be close to her, I ask that you please, continue to take care of her for us. I'm sure with you, my daughter would be perfectly fine." Dad said to him.

She had promised me that no one in the Silver Moon Pack would ever overlook me again. Yet I had chosen to hide in a storage closet and sleep on a planting bed in the conservatory rather than ask my family for help. “So Ivy was telling the truth.” Mother turned toward Brielle, her fingernails digging into her palms. Father crossed the corridor and slapped Brielle across the face. Adrian released her, and she fell against the wall, one hand covering her reddening cheek. “She was your sister,” Father said. “She was our daughter. We gave you everything. Why did you still need to hurt her?”

He still had his war leathers on from council. "What happened? Who—" His eyes found me on the bed, pale, and his face went terrible. "Who hurt my daughter?” "Nothing hurt her, my love," Mother said, and her voice was shaking with a laugh and tears at once. She ran to him, grabbed his huge hands. "Daemon, she is with child. Dorina is with child!" For a second, my father, who has never bowed to anyone, who made armies kneel with a look, just stood there with his mouth open.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."