Dad Daughter Manga Novels & Stories

Miku/Mikaelle exclaimed to her father. From head to toe, Raiden observed his daughter, he knew this one could do what her sister could do, Raiden just didn't want what happened to his daughter, who almost died at the hands of the enemies, to happen again. "Okay, Miku, you just need to strengthen your powers and skills in fighting you're not strong enough yet, you need to get stronger I have a contact in Japan who can teach you, but only your dad and sister can help you with your powers... Miku, I won't stop you from what you want, just be careful," Raiden replied to his daughter.

My parents moved here from the demon realm before I was born but I’ve visited often. Once the girls woke up I made them breakfast. “Thanks Dad! My Dad makes the best breakfast, huh Riley??” Aaliyah said and I tried not to react to her calling me her Dad which she hadn’t done until now. I didn’t mind it at all but it did catch me off guard. “Hm-mm cousin, he makes it almost as good as my mom,” Riley replied. After breakfast, I went to the backyard with the girls where they played and danced to music Riley selected.

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

The freckled girl was halfway through telling Amanda a story about climbing a tree taller than a tower when a figure slipped behind her silently. “Boo.” Amanda spun. And blinked. Then launched herself into Muzan’s hair like it was a wrestling rope. “Oh my gods…” I gasped. Muzan staggered, trying to disentangle her from his braids. “What in the actual? Who is this fearless gremlin?!” he muttered satirically, goading my daughter’s ego. She giggled, holding onto his neck like a scarf. “Ha! You can’t scare me, Uncle Muzan!”

“He was right. Nothing bad will happen to you, my dear daughter.” After the monologue, I closed my eyes because of the blinding light coming from my brother’s mana. “Bethany, my dear daughter. We put you in danger, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have let you come with us even if you protested.” When I opened my eyes, my mother already hugged me. Maybe the entire gang got jealous, so they joined as well. Please, don’t squish me! When they halted the hug, Charlie noticed Miuerella’s presence. That’s right, my dear sister; do not ignore the female protagonist of this series.

He’s an Eastern Alpha; things worked differently over there. “And this,” he says as he finally pulls a young girl closer, and the cherry blossom scent overpowers me. “This is my youngest daughter, Umiko and her handmaiden Yui.” When I lay my eyes on the girl, I see what Andreas means by that she’s not my usual type; she’s completely plain, with jet back hair that reaches her tiny waist, dark hooded eyes which slant upwards, thin lips, a dimpled chin and a tiny, petite body. Her eyes widen at the sight of me, and I see something shift behind her dark eyes as her heartbeat starts to quicken.

The white robe striking against her skin. “I have heard that you also appreciate dance.” She says plainly, her smile betraying her cutting remark. “I do as is demanded of me by my Alpha, your grace.” I reply, tiring of this conversation. “What is your name?” She asks. “Ceres.” I reply. “Ah, the Goddess of the harvest and motherhood. I was told you were of the Harvest Moon pack. Generally, only Alphas name their daughters after the ancient Gods and Goddesses. Are you not a lady’s maid?” She questions.

' I had immediately screamed so loud that the insects and fireflies around us got really busy flying away from us. 'Listen, my dear daughter, you are grieving. Your heart is closed from everything going on in the world right now, that's why you can't see that they are hungry wolves eyeing your father's throne and want to be the Alpha of this great pack. You, my dear, would not have a say if everything is finalized, you don't even have a say now because you're a girl and not strong enough to hold a whole pack, so they won't ever consider you when thinking of whom to hand over the pack to but trust me, if you have a man figure in your life, you won't have to struggle to get your throne, it wou

He turned the screen toward me. A photo of a girl. She was young. Maybe sixteen. She had Leo’s eyes. She sat on a sofa, holding a pillow. She was not smiling. “My sister, Cara,” he said. His voice broke. “The men I owe… they have her. They call it a ‘visit.’ To make sure I pay. I have two days.” The room felt small. I stared at the girl’s face. It looked real. The fear in his voice felt real. But he was a liar. “This could be anyone,” I said. The words were empty.

Excitement pervades me, expecting some cheesy lines from it but instead of butterflies in my stomach, terror slowly fills me as soon as I read it. “So, the daughter of Jera Young was still alive huh? Should I just bomb the whole Coleman Empire to get rid of you? For sure you’ll turn into ashes after that.” ~ M .C