Daddy Daugter Novels & Stories

But there's a bit of recognition in his child-like expression. Farrah gladly explained more. “Papa is my father. He's your father-in-law. Remember when you both used to play chess together? Remember when you keep on arguing which tea tastes better? That's you and Papa bonding together. DaeDae, he is our son. You and I, DaeDae is our son. His name is David, and he's very big now.” “...Big?” “Yeah. I wonder what they're doing right now?” She didn't contact her father because she wasn't sure if Dior had any hope of surviving. She made the decision of cutting contact first, and when she arranged everything, she'll go back to the base with Dior.

"I'm sorry I'm like this. I'm a failure as a daughter to make you cry like that." "No no you are not. Don't you ever say that. You are the best daughter anyone can ever have. We always thank Allah for giving us a daughter like you. You made such a huge sacrifice for the man you love how can we hate you?" Daddy said. They both hugged me.

It's almost lunchtime. Damien kissed his daughter's cheek. "Let's go upstairs, sweetie. Daddy needs to feed mommy." Darya looked at him, confused. "Daddy needs to feed mommy? Why?" Damien glanced at me and grinned. "Because mommy is daddy's baby." "But I am the baby!" "Yes, sweetie. You are my baby. You and your mommy are my babies." I just shook my head and watched them enter the house. I went downstairs. They're waiting for me in the kitchen.

daddy defends me, hiding me completely behind him. "Baby or not, she made hell shake, again," he says trying to get toward me, but I kept on hiding behind him, my face planted into his back, not letting go anytime soon. "She's being trained, I assure you, sir, her alliance lies with you," daddy says. "Trained, true, but instead of moving the apple like a witch her age, she moved you along the apple," Lucifer says, is he mad, I won't do it again, never.

So I chose Dad over Daddy, over my biological father. Daddy married a lovely girl who was also hurt by him and she faced his cruelty. I know how dark he was but he was also one who helped Shikkoo mami and trained her in self-defence. He was also one who protected Aunt Aashmaan. Daddy is more and more protective over Arika than Uncle Arjun and Uncle Neil. My daddy is an angel for others but dark for his wife. His wife has a charming smile and I like her named SHAKTI which means powerful and effective.

she argued with a furrowed brow. "Then stop assuming that I'm your father! You clearly ruined Louis' proposal. Doesn't that mean you already know he's your father?" Summer blinked and fell silent for a few moments. "Uncle Louis is not my father. He's my Daddy." Kendrick's head was pushed back. His brain failed to process it. "What's the difference?" "Everyone in this world has a father, but not everyone has a Daddy. A father is the reason why we exist in this world, while a Daddy is the reason why we feel safe and happy living in this world."

I said. Her eyes widened in surprise as she protested, "But you're my father!" Diamond corrected her, "Stepfather," and nuzzled her neck as he whispered in her ear, "And tonight, we're going to be inside you because that's what your slutty pussy is here for." He added.

Ilang metro rin ang layo ng mismong hotel sa kanilang cottage kaya habol niya ang kaniyang hininga nang makarating sila. “I lost my daughter, miss.” Agap niyang saad sa babaeng receptionist. “Where is your surveillance system team?” Humarap ang babae sa kaniya, medyo nagulat. “This way ma'am.” Iginiya siya nito sa silid kung saan naroon ang monitor ng mga CCTV ng resort. “Anong problema, Dina?” “She lost her daughter, Kuya Maco.” “Ilang taon po ma'am?” Baling ng lalaki sa kaniya.

he groaned dramatically. “Come here, little tornado!” Dary beckoned warmly to his daughter. But Destiny shook her head. “No! Daddy is bad. Big bro is the best!” she declared. Summer stifled a laugh, clearly amused. It was usually “Mommy is bad, but Daddy is always the best.” Now, her husband was getting a taste of his own medicine. Darcy glanced at Damien, the young man who had once been a boy in his care but now stood tall, and was accompanied by his wife. His expression softened. “Come inside,” he said.

Perhaps not good but it felt good. Strong arms grabbed my thighs firmly and squeezed at them. I watched, with heaving chest as daddy looked down at my wet pussy. "Daddy..." I moaned. "What do you want me to do to you..." He questioned as his fingers trailed my inner thighs, making my head all mushy and my knees weaker. "I... I want daddy to lick my pussy and fuck me" I whispered the word. "Louder" he demanded as his fingers made their way to my pussy. "I want daddy... I want daddy to lick my pussy and fuck me!"