Daddy And Princess Relationship Novels & Stories

I couldn't burden her with my marital problems, let alone make her give up on love at such a young age. "Oh, honey. Not all men are like your Daddy. I have met many men who are nice and handsome. Maybe one day, when you grow up, you will meet a kind prince charming who will treat you right. That's if you want one. You can be a princess without a prince charming, okay?" Dawn pouted again. But she nodded while reaching out for one of the glasses of juice. "Okay, Mommy." A smile lifted one side of her lips. Her eyes became distant as she stared at the yellow liquid in the glass. "I wish Mr. Grey was my Daddy."

“Forget all that happened; I am your uncle, old enough to be your father.” She moved closer to me again, swinging her hand around my neck, her fingers combing through my beard once again. “Can I call you daddy?” It was like that word ‘daddy’ broke every force that was fighting back my desires before. I circled my hand around her waist, cupped her face, and claimed her lips as though it were rightfully mine.

She had taken the money but never forgiven him for the rejection. Now, out of nowhere, he had reappeared, as if summoned by some cruel twist of fate. What could he possibly want after all this time? “Mummy,” Zephyr said, breaking the silence. “Why did Daddy look so surprised to see me? Does he not know about me?” Emily’s heart ached at the innocence in her daughter’s voice. How could she possibly explain the tangled mess of adult relationships to a five-year-old? “He didn’t expect to see us, sweetheart,” Emily said carefully, forcing a smile. “Sometimes grown-ups get caught off guard, just like kids do.”

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

His voice is soft but commanding, carrying the strength I’ve missed so much. “I’m divorced,” I tell him solemnly, my throat tight with emotion. The admission feels heavier than I expected, as though saying it out loud makes it more real. “Did you finally see the true face of that man?” he asks, his tone calm but sharp. I don’t respond. Instead, I let out a quiet sob, the weight of everything crashing down on me all at once. “Return home to the palace, my princess,” my father orders.

A memory of loving them both. Of promising them both. Of breaking both their hearts to save the world. Our daughter cooed in my arms, tiny hand reaching up to touch Valerian’s cheek. He leaned into it, tears falling like liquid sunlight. And I knew, with a terror that went bone deep, that the real war hadn’t started yet. It would start the day our daughter spoke her first word. And whichever name she said first Daddy or Father—would decide the fate of two kingdoms.

“My ex didn’t like it when I didn’t shave, so I thought—” His hand cupped my cheek and made me look at him. His dark eyes narrowed. “Am I your dumb ex, Princess?” I shook my head. “N-no, you’re not.” “Uh-huh. And that’s my pussy, isn’t it, Princess?” “Y-yes, Daddy.” “Then stop overthinking about some hair.” He kissed my forehead and said, “You don’t need to think when you’re with me. I am paying you to look pretty for me and as far as I can tell…”

"Daddy... What if I'm not great as you? What if I fail you?" "I know you won't. Don't ever think that I am better than you. You are better than me, princess. You already proved yourself to me; you surpassed all my expectations from you." I smiled. Daddy really knows how to make me feel better. "Daddy... can I like someone?" He looked at me with a lopsided smile "You like someone?" I glared at him "Don't give me that smile, daddy." He chuckled "Okay, sorry. So... who is the lucky guy?"

He groaned, his eyes darkening as he watched me, as he felt me. “Here, we share,” he growled, his voice a rough purr. “And my little princess…” His fingers pressed deeper, two of them sliding inside me just enough to make me gasp, my back arching off the bed. “...gets fair treatment.” His thumb found my clit again, rubbing slow, torturous circles. “Don’t want her complaining that Daddy isn’t treating her right.” Daddy. The word hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath stuttered. “D-Daddy?!”

“She also said that… his… actions… are hard to explain. Uh, it sounds like Daddy is a bad kid. But, hee-hee, Mommy is still his princess. What do you think, Sir Gryphon?” The man only took a deep breath before sighing. “Well, if your mommy didn’t want you seeing this bad daddy, then… you shouldn’t go looking for him. You might get in trouble. You’re a princess without a prince or knight to protect you. Your mom will get sad if something bad happens to you again.”