Father Daughter Books Novels & Stories

I guess you have to see it to understand what I'm trying to explain; the bottom line is they just have a very unique father-daughter relationship. "Okay so tell me." "There are some bad men, no bad people, who go around taking girls and selling them to other people. Daddy and the uncles found out and there's something about you being in a book but I haven't found the book yet." "What are you talking about? I don't understand." She pushed her hand under her shirt and pulled out a sheet of paper she had stuck down the front of her pants. I unfolded it when she passed it to me. "Where did you get this?"

He told the daughter that she was also naughty. "Thank you, daddy. I will help you with your papers." She said. "Don't mind dear. You still don't know what's written on the papers. Study to learn to read, okay?” said the father to the girl. "Hurry up the food so you can take a shower and get ready." Father's order. "Yes. Daddy. Almost done on my foods.” she answered on her father. Grace had just finished. She just waited for the father and daughter to finish eating.

It was the first she hadn't seen her father for that long. "Honey, daddy is at work. He will be home soon," I lulled her although it was only early in the afternoon. "I want to see daddy," she sounded so gloomy and I did not expect for her tears to fall. I was a bit worried that she might throw a tantrum sooner. I couldn't blame her to feel that way because Denver spoilt her with his time since we lived together. The two of them were very much attached to each other and their bond was unbreakable. Honestly, I felt Catie had gotten closer to him than to me. Nevertheless, I got no complaints about it. I knew that theoretically, the father and daughter connections are stronger compared to mothe

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

They let her through without another word. She marched through the sleek lobby in boots and a black tank top, her hair still messy from sleep, but no one dared stop her. Lydia pushed open her father’s office door without knocking. “Dad! What the hell is going on?” she barked, storming in. “Ruth, I said no visitors!” Mr. Zander yelled. He quickly stood behind his desk the moment he realized it was his daughter, startled. Before he could answer, Lydia eyes landed on the reason.

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

"What did you find me? Am I a man who sells his daughter to save his company? I had many upside-downs in my life, and I could survive them. I will find a solution for this one excessively." Pride and love filled my heart for having such a father. Once upon a time, I heard that girls who have good fathers go to heaven, and it was true. My father was my Eden, the shoulders I could place my head and feel peace. "How?" Melissa Frenzied and shrieked. Her voice brought a dangerous silence to our house, and I felt the chill that skittered through my spine. "So you're willing to let your own daughter marry that monster because of your pride? Edward?"

I didn’t want to love him anymore. When Flora heard this, she looked disappointed. She pulled my sleeve and said cutely. “Mommy, Daddy’s so good. He’s handsome and gentle. Why did you leave Daddy? A good man like Daddy is the best Daddy in the world. It’s not easy to find such a good man!” When I heard this, my face darkened. It was said that daughters would be closer to their fathers. It seemed that this was indeed the case. My daughter had only been with him for a few days, but she had already “betrayed” me so easily.

Wren fucking Anderson. The daughter of the same bastard who tore my family apart years ago. Richard Anderson. He called himself an acquisition manager but all he was was a greedy and sleazy bastard. Gutted my father’s business, dragged our name through the mud. His crimes were so great that my father didn’t make it out alive. And here is his daughter. His precious, sheltered little girl, fast asleep in my bed. It’s like the universe placed her right in my grip like a sort of fucked up gift.