Dear Daughter Book Novels & Stories

“I will prove to you that I am my father’s daughter.” “You have nothing to prove,” she assures me as she hands me his journal--the only thing I took from that dreadful room when the magi came to fetch me. “I see Deklaan more and more in you every day." She pauses, her hands caressing the engraved, leather spine. "I miss him less when you are near,” the edges of her talons brush the book one last time as she releases it into my hand. “Here, let his voice lull you to sleep. Maybe your father can talk some sense into you.”

“Apparently.” Seraphina smiled. “That’s why I always found you familiar.” The Book’s Warning The black book suddenly closed. Then it opened again. This time, the pages were turning rapidly. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Thousands of pages. Millions. Then the book stopped. A single sentence appeared. “THE FIRST DAUGHTER HAS AWAKENED.” Another line appeared. “THE FIRST MOTHER HAS REMEMBERED.” Then: “THE FIRST FATHER IS RETURNING.”

Meazus was supposed to read her a story, not the other way around. “Why? Don't you want to?” Meazus nodded. “I want to, okay, I'll read it for you, Daddy.” They both laughed and talked about everything. Meazus just realized that his daughter really liked to talk, even about unimportant things like her friend's pen. Although it seemed unimportant, Meazus still listened seriously to everything Deanna said. “What happened to you, Daddy?” asked Selena when the two of them finally lay down on the same bed.

It is a place where all Mafias in the world gather to buy the women they keep in their harems. I have the plans of buying one or two to fill in the empty spot on my bed. I walked out of the study and walked up to my daughters room. I stepped into my daughter's room and found her already cleaned up, she was taking a morning nap. I brushed her chubby cheeks with my knuckles, one person I could lay my life down for was my daughter. My beautiful little princess, she reminds me so much of her mother.

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

She let go of him. "Mommy! Mommy!" Her daughter comes dangling towards her with speed, while clutching a book. "Darling." She couldn't afford to tell her own daughter why she was crying, so she just smiled weakly, and stroked her daughter's hair. "What are you doing?" "Was getting myself busy." Zoey wanted to chortle at her daughter, who would have thought that her own daughter would have ended up this smart? Her daughter, Zara winged the large book into her face. "It's a good book!"

The title made to look as if it was written in lipstick was "Daddy likes it rough!" Ever since Michelle had showed me a book she'd found in her mother's closet entitled "Daddy's good girl" I'd been obsessed with not only daddy daughter fantasies, but most of that book the fathers had been rough on their naughty little girls and I had cum multiple times to every story. I had never thought of rough demeaning sex, but those bad girls being taken like that had me dying to be one! Michelle had been appalled, maybe because it was her mother's and tossed it into the trash. When she left the room to go to the bathroom, I'd snuck it home with me and been hooked ever since.

I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady.

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

“How is that when I’m a girl?” Dell chuckles a little. “That was what me and your father also thought when you came out a girl. Your father is convinced that I hallucinated the whole thing.” Dell quiets down as he looks at his precious daughter. Still so awed by her and how she is so soft but has the core of steal inside of her. Out of both his daughters she is the one that is most like him. “You are special my daughter.” He says finally letting go of her hand to lift her chin up. “I never knew how special until this book came into my possession.” Dell lays his hand once again on the big leather book.