Daddy Daugter Novels & Stories

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"

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?"

I said happily because this is one of my dreams. "Waiting for it. Good luck my daughter." "Thank you Daddy." I disconnected the call. I am Dhiya, Oncologist (Cancer specialist). I am an Indian. The only daughter of my parents, Deepak Chandra & Shivenya. My dad is the owner of Dhiya importing & exporting companies, Dhiya college of science, Dhiya Bankers, the list goes on. My Dad has earned everything with his hardwork.. He is a successful entrepreneur worldwide. My Mom is the M.D of Dhiya companies.

I say. Daddy buries his hard cock into me. He holds on to my ass as he thrusts into me. My walls tingle around his hardness. He feels so good as he fucks me. Daddy slows down, almost stopping. He smacks my ass again, and I moan louder than before. “Will you cum for me, baby girl?” Daddy asks. “Yes, daddy, I will cum for you,” I say.

"Daddy is now Mommy's husband. If he finds out Mommy met her first love, he'll be mad. And if Daddy gets mad, he won't love us anymore." Adrian tapped Irene's head in return. "Nonsense. Daddy isn't Mommy's husband." "Why not?" Irene blinked, asking sternly, "If he's not Mommy's husband, why do we call him Daddy?" Adrian scratched his head in irritation. "Maybe Daddy is Mommy's current boyfriend, or maybe he's pursuing Mommy." As intelligent as they were, they couldn't grasp the relationship between Fia and Lucifer. Because neither of them had ever told them, and Daddy and Mommy had never slept together.

He is very mischievous like my Aadya. I went towards the room where my little girl was talking with her daddy very slowly. This meant that they both were teaming against me. He is a best friend to Amaira and Aadya. Both are dad's little princess but Aadya is more close to him as she always shares everything with him. Aadya is quite mischievous. She always does what she wishes for. Even my husband doesn't say no to her because he loves his both daughters so much. "Dada can we get new mumma?" She asked him cutely.

Feeling my intense stare, she blushed making me smirk. My little angel who wrote on my wrist that 'He is my Daddy'. "I don't care. So if you excuse me, I want to play with my Daddy," My little Aaradhya replied giving attitude stressing the words 'my' which made my wife ears turn red. "Angel go and get ready with your toys okay. And I will come in a moment," I replied kissing her cheeks. "Daddy, shall we play Cinderella because we have actors also," my daughter replied smiling mischievously making me confuse.

It is a lure that can pull me in. "No, darling Aleen. You are not my daughter. You are my girl and I am your daddy." Stephane growls low in my ear and my belly turns to jelly. I feel the heat seep to my throbbing cunt, I hate how easy it was for him to rile me up. I don't know if I want to rip him to shreds or his clothes so I could jump him. He makes me mad. So mad. Out of control. All the conflicting emotions come out to play when I am in his arms.

Victor’s throat tightened as he stood, helplessly watching as his wife and daughter huddled together on the floor. "Baby, listen to me," Victor knelt down, reaching out again to his daughter, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desperation. He tried to soften his tone, but the anger still lingered beneath the surface, tightening his words. “Daddy didn’t mean it, sweetie. Your mom—she’s being annoying. She’s… she’s a bitch!” Daisy, her innocent eyes wide with confusion, shook her head defiantly, not fully understanding the weight of her father’s words but sensing something was deeply wrong.

“Daddy. Where are you off to in such a hurry?” I rubbed my fingertips over my beards as I glared back at Ivy who was still waving at me from the dining area. Her eyes were as bright as skies and her lips pulled into a broad smile thay complemented the sharp hue of elation in her electrifying green eyes. I smiled back at her and made sure to raise my hands and wave back at her. After I did that, I proceeded to give her a response, “Daddy has to work darling. You don't have to worry. I'll be back home soon.”