Dad Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

"What about her?" Jasmine's voice was constricted, but she fought to say something. "She was our sister." Their mother's breath stalled. Her hand gripped the chair as her knuckles turned white. No one uttered a word for a second. Then, in a whisper just above a murmur— "What did you just say?" Jayla swallowed hard. "Sarah… she was Dad's daughter." Jade paused before saying again, "His first daughter." Their mother turned white. "That's not… that's not possible."

She asks. "Your father is Christov Kondrati. You are his only daughter. There is no indication that Christov knows about you, but he has inheritances set up for his sons. He also has one set up in case he ever had a daughter. It states that if he has a biological daughter, she will own 25% of his empire when her first child celebrates their fifth birthday. Dakota is turning five soon; at that time, you would own a quarter of the Kondrati empire. If anyone finds out about this and who you are, your troubles are just beginning."

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

Isabella was only 16 when her father died. She was a mess. She wouldn’t eat, she couldn’t sleep. In short, she couldn’t do anything, she could only think of her father and nothing else. Her life was completely upside down by the sudden dismissal of her father.

"Who dares cause trouble at my daughter's birthday party?!" Jess looked as if she had seen a savior and immediately rushed toward him, crying. "Aaron! You're finally back! This bitch hit us! Save us!" Clarisse cried out as well, "Daddy! This bad woman bullied Mommy and me! Punish her and that illegitimate child!" Under everyone's gaze, Aaron slowly turned his head, and his eyes locked onto me.

"It is hard to believe that the dead could come back alive but here I am, all thanks to my beautiful heiress." Firdaus 's eyes shifted to me, and I felt like I was being x-rayed. "This is her?" "This is Valeria. My daughter and only pride." We really need to talk more about the awkwardness that comes with getting introduced to your parent’s friends. Firdaus must have wanted a hug as he moved closer but Zane got the wrong message too quickly. Firdaus 's eyebrow went up. "And these are?" "Her pack or should I say, Cassian’s sons," Dad said, which was not exactly true but also not exactly wrong.

I know it's dangerous if he burst out. "Where are your manners? It seems you know me well that you even come here and throw tantrums cursing my name in a broad daylight!" Dad added. "I-I" She couldn't complete her words already terrified. Pissed me and my brother but not my father who is not harming you because you will definitely see what you are asking for! "Dad, she is the daughter of the Ferrer Foundation and the University you are helping for decades." I intervened. Dad fixed his tie and look at her stoically. He calmed himself before speaking.

I heard the small voice of my cute little angel and there she comes running to me while her mother is looking at her at her back. My daughter is so cute. She can already walk now but she still can’t speak straight. That is why she calls me Dada instead of daddy which I find so cute. As my daughter’s grown up, she is getting more and more pretty and I am sure that she will grow up as a fine young lady. Ofcourse, I can’t avoid some guys who might have an interest in her but before they can go with my daughter, they still need to pass on my initiation. I just smirked at that thought.

They send postcards every few months, lemon trees, cobblestone streets, and everyone ends with “Wish you were here.” Damien and Layla? Well, they’re a power couple if I ever saw one. Their daughter Jayla is six and already a hurricane in a dress. Damien calls her “too much like her mother,” and Layla insists she’s “exactly like her father.” Truth is, she’s both fearless and fierce. And loved.