Dad Daughter Novels & Stories

Pedro said while pulling me back to his chest. Vadim looked confused and amused at the same time. "I didn't know you found yourself a girlfriend Gio," Vadim said while chuckling. Pedro rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead. "Don't touch my sister again Vadim." He practically growled while tightening his hold on me. Now the entire Volkov family looked confused. "Sister?" Questioned Dima looking at Dad for an explanation. "Yes, Jessica is my daughter," Dad said. "How? We didn't know you have a daughter and we've known each other for years." Alina questioned with a confused frown.

Despite the panic that affected Kyra, she did not lose sight of the condition of Celine, who seemed to be on the verge of losing consciousness. "Celine, breathe, please, you have to be strong, please, for me, I can't stand without you." Is it possible that Zain is still alive, this means that the head of the snake is still swirling around the place, O Almighty!! This is awesome, emerald green eyes, like two rare gems, Talia, he owns Talia, Zayn took Talia, Maxim and Ruby's daughter, her parents' trust. Kaiden rose from his seat, placing his palm on the position of his heart, and Damian followed him at the same pace, clutching the latter on his chest, as if excruciating pain afflicted them.

"How dare you come back here?" Her voice was flat without any trace of emotion. "And you brought this... dirty child with you?" "Mom!" Rick stepped forward and shielded us behind him, his voice turning cold. "The girl's name is Tina Rivers, my daughter. And this is Mandy Rivers, my wife." "Wife?" Rachel scoffed, then slammed the table and pointed at my face. "I'll never acknowledge her! A woman who only causes trouble and raises a lying daughter is unworthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

She opens the refrigerator and pulls out milk, eggs, cheese and a container of diced veggies, then bends over to take a frying pan out from one of the lower cabinets. I divert my eyes again as Aiden downs the last of his coffee and stands. "I'm outta here." He nods to me. "See ya later, man. Are you up for a ride tomorrow? It's supposed to be warm." I'm always up for a ride. "Hell yeah." "Dad, I'm making omelettes. Don't you want one before you go?" "I don't have time today. I'm sure Tor will eat one, though." He kisses her forehead. "I'll be home around four. We'll have dinner together."

I decided to be nice, never match hate with hate, kindness overall wins eventually. “So, you are the freak charity case that my father decided to burden us with rather than just kill you” she snarls. I tried not to take offense; I knew how they were here. I also did not miss the “her father” statement. I am going to try peace but, if she still pushes it, I can play cruel bitch too. “Ah you must be my father's other daughter” I simply state, “well it is nice to meet you.” I smile and she snarls at me, her eyes wide.

"I have not even eaten today." "Oh really?". I arch a brow. "I must have my pity face on. Hold on." I wave a hand in front of my face and stare at her with hard eyes. "Now I don't care." "Your daughter should have thought of the consequences of what she was about to do before she did it. I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do about it." Dad tells her. "My son just got that iPad last month." "Eh! I am finished." She cries.

For now, at least. “I don’t know,” she said, probably startled by my reaction. “That’s a part of me in there,” I said, suddenly sounding cocky as fuck. Then I leaned forward a bit until my head was leveled with her stomach. “Hi, there, little one. I’m your dad. I’m a wandering tragedy of a man, but I promise to do my best to be there for you.” Okay, Aaron! You’ve officially lost it. Catherine laughed through her tears and tucked her hair behind her ears. Then my gaze shifted to hers and I looked at her in a way that made her squirm a bit.

Della's POV "Della! You're finally back!" Fae’s excited squeals weren’t particularly pleasant as her high-pitched voice grated against my eardrums, but I was still overjoyed to see her again. She was the daughter of my father’s Beta and a beloved childhood friend. Over the years I had left, she hadn’t managed to get any taller, her childlike stature matching her high voice and infinite energy.

How childish. "Robert's dad's dying wish was to hold a grandson. Mark my words, Audrey will be replaced by Becca sooner or later…" Becca’s eyes gleamed with triumph as she slowly approached, strolling the cradle of her twins. "Audrey, from now on, Lucy will have two younger brothers. We should let them get to know each other. Lucy, why not come and check on your brothers?" The moment Lucy stepped closer, Becca held a pair of scissors to hurt her sons’ hands—then pressed the scissors into Lucy’s palms.

"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.