Dad Daughter Romance Books Novels & Stories

The voices were coming from the little park near the street corner. I stepped closer. Three girls stood in a circle. In the middle of them was a smaller girl, maybe ten or eleven. She looked familiar. Her hair was neatly braided. She wore a simple pink dress. Her backpack was on the ground like someone had thrown it there. One of the girls shoved her shoulder. “Say it. Say your father’s company cheats people.” My stomach tightened. That’s when it clicked. That was Damien’s daughter. was she getting bullied? The cold child I had met last time crossed my mind and I once again took in the timid girl currently standing.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

“It’s about fives mile down the highway. It crashed.” “Go now,” dad orders some warriors and they immediately take off. “Are you hurt,” asks dad and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “I’m fine dad, really.” “You are my only daughter Katerina. I will always worry.” “Can we please go to the cafe and relax.” “Then straight home.” “Yes sir. Oh I almost forgot, Tristan says hi. He said he knew mom.” “Who?” “Tristan.” Dad has an angry look on his face, one that even scares me.

Inside, she recorded it. Her hands trembled—not with age, but with reverence. Each word mattered. Each page stitched memory into legacy. The leather-bound tome before her bore no gilded emblem. No royal crest. Just a title etched into its bark-skin cover, formed by her magic: The Rejected Mate and the Child Who Chose. She paused mid-sentence. "Too romantic?" she muttered to herself, tapping the end of the quill against her chin. Then she smirked. "No. If anything, not dramatic enough."

Because of the excessive tiredness, she fell off to sleep after sometime. "aaah" Lady Lin heard a sound when she was passing by her daughter's room. "Yue Er...,What is it? she entered her daughter's room asking the reason. "Nothing much mother, Yue Er pricked her finger while practicing embroidery "she replied to her mother. Lady Lin looked at her daughter. Few drops of blood were coming out from her pricked finger and few drops of tears were waiting in the tip of her beautiful eyes looking for a chance to roll down.

The moment I stepped into the private room, a little girl barreled straight into my arms. At the same time, I heard Levi's voice call out, "Slow down, sweetheart!" I crouched down and gently patted her head. Her face was delicate and doll-like, and I could see traces of Levi in her features. Levi walked over and clapped me on the shoulder, clearly delighted. "Colin, it's been way too long. This is my daughter, Mia. You held her right after she was born—she's the same age as your daughter."

Quiet moments of connection that didn't require words. Then, surprisingly, my dad started dating again. Her name was Jane. She worked at the local library. Human, soft-spoken, with kind eyes and a gentle smile. She wore her hair in a simple ponytail and favored comfortable sweaters and jeans. They met when Dad went to return some books. She recommended a mystery novel. They started talking. One conversation led to another. Dad found himself returning to the library more often. Borrowing books he didn't really need just for an excuse to see her.

Just a ghost of a moment now swallowed by daylight. He’s already inside. She doesn’t look for him. Doesn’t need to. He’ll come. Because he always does now. ** The sheets are cream. Her mother’s favorites—Egyptian cotton with the faint scent of rose and talcum from her hoarded perfumes. The irony isn’t lost on Grace, not even through the haze of sleep. This room was always off-limits. Sacred. Her mother’s domain. But Julian fucks her in that bed like it belongs to her now.

"This is your purpose now. To be bred by Daddy. To take Daddy's cock whenever he wants. To submit completely. And you love it, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy! I love it!" "Good boy. My perfect boy." He fucked Kai thoroughly, building to another knot, another breeding, another claiming. When they were locked together again, Daemon held Kai close. "You're mine now. Completely. Body, mind, and soul. Daddy's perfect boy. Forever." "Forever, Daddy. I'm yours forever." That evening, after dinner and more bonding, Daemon had new ideas. "Daddy wants to try something. Something that might push your limits. But I think you'll love it."

Daniella's eyes darkened, she couldn't contain the overpowering wave of anger that was radiating within her anymore as she flared, “Then how is that my Dad business, if you didn't acquire anything in class today, then go to hell, or you go find yourself some private teacher!” She stared at Grace fiercely, as if daring her to argue, but Grace's mouth was already hung open, she couldn't believe what she just heard. Her Dad? When she had seen Daniella and Liam together, she had originally thought Daniella was also like her, perpetually seeking a reason to always be with Liam but much to her surprise, Daniella was Liam's daughter? How's that even possible? Liam cracked up a smile face, he had qu