Dad X Daughter Novels & Stories

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."

" Alyona walked in on their conversation, and within a few seconds, Xara entered. " You don't need to, Aly; you've got work. Besides, Giada said you've got a big gig coming up; just let me continue taking care of him," Xara added. " Ma, I've got that covered. Everything is in control with that, so you don't need to worry about me. Besides, it's been a while since we had father-daughter time." She gently squeezed her dad's hand. Xara wanted to argue more, but she was too exhausted to do so, so she let it be. Besides, Aly was right. She had a way of making him smile even when he wasn't in the mood to do that. She sometimes got jealous of their relationship.

dad swears again with anger back in his blood. "Fiancée you say? Are you crazy? Bridgette's your sister, asshole!" Dad leaned closer and pulled Axe's collar up high. Dad's eyes bulged fully into the face of the man whose breathing was labored. "What's gotten into this little brain of yours, huh? How long have you been playing with my daughter?" It seemed like Dad couldn't stand it anymore so he threw another punch at Axe's face. Dad managed to knock Axe's body down and stepped on his chest with a foot that was still wrapped in a pentofel shoe.

I could see where Dax got most of his appearance from. The man had a glass of champagne in his hand and was talking with someone who looked just like him. It made me confused on which one of them was Dax's father. Wendy introduced me to the man with a drink first. "Danica, I would like you to meet James Ryan. This is Dax's father." He held out his hand to me and gave a charming smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you Danica. I have been wondering who this woman was that my son had chosen."

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

Their names are penciled right under the figure corresponding to them. My best dada, Dada Dale Daniel. My loving mama, Mama Clarriese Zyah. And it's me, the little one, Dhyrine Denisse. "My daughter is good at drawing," Zyah commented on her daughter's work. "Our daughter, wife," Dale said. "Our daughter." He gave emphasis to the latter. "Let's celebrate your birthday, dada!" their daughter interfered. "You are getting older, dada!" "Am I still handsome even if I am getting older, 'nak?"

Catherine sighed and hugged him back. "Please don't mind Gianna, it's just that, she's my only close friend that I could call... you know... to help me pick out gifts that you would like. Since... she's also a girl like you, but more feminine and soft," Alastar chuckled. "But you're prettier, of course." 'Get f*cked, Alastar,' Catherine clenched her fists but soon relaxed them after. 'When did the two of them even get close?'

Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man. "Mom is asking you to transfer a million into her account or else she will sell the house," I said to daddy, I know I told mommy that I will be the one transferring the money to her account but when I heard the voice of daddy's mistress I suddenly felt annoyed. "Fuck that woman! All she does is spend my money with all those cheap callboys, tell her to get tested because I think she already catches a disease." Dad responded frustratedly and I just rolled my eyes even though he can't see me because I knew, in the end, he would just give what mommy wanted.

She settled onto the couch, her gaze drifting over the remnants of our life together, just the two of us against the world. The clothes I had bought her, her childhood toys, and the awards on the wall she had earned over the years–it all brought fresh tears to her eyes. "Mom, I gave all the money you gave me to Frank, and I fought with you. How can you not be mad at me?" "Because you're my daughter, sweetheart. We all mess up sometimes. The key is being able to turn things around once you realize you've gone wrong." After the cops nabbed Frank, they did not waste any time digging up the dirt on him.