Father Daughter Books Novels & Stories

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

“It’s about fives mile down the highway. It crashed.” “Go now,” dad orders some warriors and they immediately take off. “Are you hurt,” asks dad and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “I’m fine dad, really.” “You are my only daughter Katerina. I will always worry.” “Can we please go to the cafe and relax.” “Then straight home.” “Yes sir. Oh I almost forgot, Tristan says hi. He said he knew mom.” “Who?” “Tristan.” Dad has an angry look on his face, one that even scares me.

“You committed to this coven your unwavering loyalty. You must remember that.” “I stand by my word, Great Mother.” I say solemnly. “Time reveals all truths.” The Great Mother says. She reaches into the folds of her robe and retrieves a well worn book. “This is the first book taught to the girls being raised in our homes. It is enchanted and can only be read by a member of the coven. To an outsider it would be a copy of whatever book they are most familiar with. An illusion that feeds on their own imaginative energy.” She places the book in my outstretched hand.

she repeated clearly. "Triceratops." "Tops." "Close enough." After the dinosaur book, she yawned. Finally tired. "Night night, Mama," she said, curling into my arms. "Night night, baby." I held her while she fell asleep. Watched her little face relax into unconsciousness. Advanced or not, she was just Isabella. My daughter. Who liked books and elephants and saying no to naps. That was enough. More than enough. --- I found David in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner.

And I felt like our whole house had become a playground because of them. "Daddy! Run!" she shouted again but jumped towards me when she was close. My four-year-old daughter, Sadie, has not yet recovered. Her long hair was a mess, and she looked at Serenity sharply. "Daddy, she pulled my hair! She pinched me and even kicked my leg," she reported. "No! No! Sadie bad, Daddy!" it was Serenity who's pointing at her sister. "Daddy, Serenity ruined my books and even hurted me!"

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

My father is Horatio Finn. He is one of the most important businessmen in the world today, he's an important CEO and I am his only daughter. Everyone is after him, although they always respect his privacy since the accident with my mother. She died in a car accident when I was 7 years old. All 3 of us were there, so my father and I, surviving, had to go to a lot of therapies and support each other all this time, for that reason, we are so close. He is my best friend.

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

"But he promised he would try to come see you later." Lily nodded, accepting this explanation without question, because she was six years old and still believed that her parents were heroes who would always protect her, who would always do what was best for her. She didn't know that her father was choosing another child over her, that he was funding another life while hers hung in the balance. She didn't know that her mother had just returned from a hotel where she had watched her husband betray them both in the most intimate way possible.

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