Dad X Daughter Novels & Stories

he said and i could not control my tears and hugged dada jan he hugged me back and calmed me . xavier got up and went away . "lets go beta have breakfast now comeone don,t cry " . Well i came to know alot of things about my husband from his family , like when he was 6 years old his mother passed away after giving birth to his younger sister and his father had already married a women but they came to know about it after his mother death but his mother already knew about it . When dada jan find out he was angry because she was not from our country and non muslim , his father wanted to leave the house and he also wanted to took his kids well only his son not daughter so they were left with dada

It was strange having someone my age as a stepdad. Filled with enthusiasm, Mom prepared a feast. Bryan had the beverages covered, and I recalled it was the same drink he tried to feed my mother that afternoon. “You’ve been busy, babe. Have something to drink.” Bryan handed Mom a drink. My skin crawled when he called Mom “babe”. The whole thing was just so bizarre. To give Mom and Bryan some space, I finished my dinner quickly and went to my room. While I was changing my clothes, Bryan opened the door to my bedroom.

Atleast he didn’t leave my father out to die. “How are you my girl? I hope he’s not hurting you. I promise, I’ll work towards raising the money so we can be together as a family once more again.” My Dad said as he stroked my cheeks. “I’m fine Dad and he’s not hurting me. Atleast he hasn’t so far.” I said, glancing back to look at Xavier. “I’ll give you guys some privacy to talk. But I'd like to let you know that your daughter is already mine for a year so do with this information what you wish.” Xavier said as he left the room.

I knew Xavier was trying to help me but my father's expression already told me that I was in a much bigger problem, due to Xavier's intervention. "And who do you think you are to interrupt my conversation with my daughter!" Dad glared at Xavier as he tried to pull his hand out of Xavier's hold. Surprisingly, Xavier let him go, but he said, "I do not care if she's your daughter but I won't tolerate you harassing her." "It is none of your business how I treat my daughter," Father yelled, enunciating the last word for better understanding. "Daughter or not, she's a lady. And no one hits a lady in my presence!" Xavier retorted calmly.

"No. I think a lot of daughters probably do stuff like this with their daddies. If both of them are okay with it, who would ever know?" "I guess I never thought about it like that." "I know my friend Amanda sucks her dad off sometimes. She told me about it. He won't do anything for her though, but she said she likes to suck him." I imagined Sasha's hot little raven haired friend sucking her father Ted's cock. It was a hot image, added to by the fact that my own daughter was stroking my dick again. Sasha straddled me, pinning my cock between her pussy and my belly. "My pussy wants your cock so bad, Daddy. But we can't fuck. I'm not even on the pill."

Talk for a while, eventually the question pops up. "So, who is the lucky fella that I never got to meet but is marrying my daughter?" Dad laughs, I blush slightly. "Xander Grey." I admit, he laughs before coughing. "So much for 'he's just my boss'." I roll my eyes as we all laugh, Kat and the kids take their leave after ten minutes or so claiming that they have to cook and everything. I get Lucia to wait outside for me as dad wants to speak to me quietly. "Did you get a bonus or something?" He asks immediately.

Dax demanded. "She's my daughter, and you know that's different." He replied. "Don't make me involve the council. My girlfriend is human and you know their strict rules. Humans aren't allowed to be harmed nor told of our existence. And I'm pretty sure your daughter cut her brake line. It almost killed her." Dax retorted. "I will talk with her." David promised. "You better do more than talk!" Dax warned. He hangs up. "Fuck!!!!" After a few minutes, Dax goes back into her suite. He strips to his boxers, and climbs into bed, wrapping his arms around her carefully to avoid her injuries.

“Being an Alpha is not like a toy you can give to me for a week or a month and take it back after. No one will respect an Alpha like that. There’s no trial and error in this field.” “Maybe I don’t want it anymore. Maybe I want Xander more. Does this mean I’m a bad person?” “No.” Dad sighed deeply as we locked eyes, his gaze softening. “It makes you my daughter... You are just like me.” I remained silent and patiently waited for him to continue.

Xavier (haunted): “…That’s my father.”

he said, "If she were the one who was sick, we wouldn't make you donate either. We have so many resources beyond your comprehension. We would certainly find a alternative suitable match." Something inside me caved in. Quiet. Irreversible. "Of course," I whispered, a faint, broken smile on my lips. "You would never risk her. I was never your daughter—" Before I could finish, his face went dark. Then he raised his hand. The guards moved forward. Marco grabbed my wrist, his fingers biting into bone. "How dare you speak to your father like that?" Crack. The slap caught me across the face. My head snapped sideways. Blood gushed from my nose, warm and copper-sweet, spilling through my fingers as I