Dads Swap Daughters Novels & Stories

“I will never take his place. Rather, I will become your second daddy. Your Dada Nixon is probably the greatest daddy in the world and I could never replace him in your life. But I want to learn how to become a great daddy like him too. I want to be as good as him in taking care of you and your mom. I want to be your other daddy, who like him, will do everything to protect you and make you happy at all times.” I covered my mouth with what I heard. Adrian’s words resonated with me. I also appreciated him for acknowledging Nixon’s presence in Aurora’s life and never thinking about replacing him or competing with him as the old Adrian would probably do. Is this a sign that he already changed as

"Oh, wow, Carolyn. You... you dirty whore." "Uh-huh," I moaned, my orgasm peaking in me. I had all that young stud's jizz in me. "Such a dirty whore!" "You want dirty?" said the father. "Why don't we swap, son? Fuck their asses. And... Let's have the mother lick her daughter clean of my jizz." "What?" my husband groaned. The son ripped his cock out of my pussy and shoved me down to my knees. I gasped as I leaned forward. He shoved my face into my daughter's sparse bush. The father's cock pulled out of her, sliding over my lips into the process.

“Even if you hate your dad that much, you can’t—” “Mommy,” Ana softly cut her off, her head lowered to look at the candle shaped in five. “Divorce father, and marry Papa Uncle instead. I be okay..” “You won’t. Divorcing a fated mate means defying the will of the moon goddess. Your still a child, you don’t know how severe the punishment will be bestowed upon the offspring that two mates had after bonding.” Aliana took a deep breath after explaining, though, Ana just chuckled softly, taking her little hand out of her own.

He didn’t answer. The woman turned, her hands resting on her stomach. My voice came out small. “Dad… who is she?” He inhaled slowly. “She is… someone I’ve been helping.” I almost laughed. “Helping? Helping how?” Sofia looked down, then whispered, “I’m expecting.” I felt something in my chest drop. I looked at my father. “Please don’t tell me—” He didn’t look away. And that was my answer. “Oh my God.” My throat tightened. “You got her pregnant?”

The draft copy of the letter lay open on her desk as she read my father's reaction with obvious satisfaction: "Dearest Father, perhaps the Alpha would be interested to know about your business dealings with the rogue packs beyond our borders? Or how about those missing funds from the pack treasury? I wonder how many laws you've broken. Maybe I should start making some calls. Unless, of course, you reconsider my allowance situation. Your loving daughter, Scarlett." "Blackmail?" I exclaimed, impressed despite myself. "That's much more effective than just cursing at him." At this point, I felt nothing but cold hatred for the man who was biologically my father. Any warm emotion had been burned a

Mom replied and softly caressed my hair while keeping me in her embrace. “As much as I would hate to break this new found ‘Mother - Daughter’ moment but I am kind of jealous of you, Mom,” Ryder spoke making me peek at Mom’s expression. “I wanna hug my mate instead,” he whined. She playfully glared at her son while everyone else laughed. “I guess I will have to ask San’s father to swap our children. I am willing to offer my 3 sons for this angel here,” Mom said and a united whiny “MOMMMM” echoed back making me giggle.

“Yes, Mommy. Isn’t this car awesome? Daddy gave me apple juice!” Daddy. I turned my gaze to the man beside me, the one who was holding me—Alpha Alaric. His expression was unreadable, eyes fixed ahead. I pulled away from him, pressing myself against the door. “What is going on? Where are you taking us?” He glanced at me briefly. “To my home. We need to get started on the paperwork.” “Paperwork?” I echoed. “What paperwork?” His Beta, who was driving, glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Ms. Spencer, six years ago, your biological daughter, Ella, and Alpha Alaric’s daughter were switched at birth.”

Where one wrong step could send everything crumbling. I straightened my jacket, forcing my shoulders back, mentally bracing myself for the night ahead. There were too many moving parts to this gala, too many people with agendas I didn’t trust. And on top of that, I still had to have a conversation with my father—something I’d been avoiding for too long. The wife swap.

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

I had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."