Father Daughter Books Novels & Stories

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

And I, Emilia, was simply the daughter. Nothing more. I remember sneaking into Father’s study once. The room was filled with the smell of leather, smoke, and power. The shelves groaned with books, not children’s tales but ledgers of blood, weapons, and names. Damien was already sitting there in Father’s chair, his small body swallowed by the high back of it, but his posture God, his posture was straight, as if the throne already belonged to him. I cleared my throat. “Father—”

My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out of my chest the second Dad killed the engine in the very last row of the Drive-In. The neon marquee behind us flickered pink and blue across the windshield—Double Feature: Rebel Without a Cause & Giant—but all I could focus on was the way the truck’s leather seat creaked under us as he turned toward me in the dark. Mom was three states away at some corporate retreat until Sunday night, and this whole “father-daughter bonding night” had been his idea. Classic movies, greasy burgers, just the two of us under the stars. Innocent. Sweet.

Her mum but she needed answers and who better than her father to answer a few Walking off into the study room she spotted her dad reading one of his famous collections She never really paid attention to the kind of books her father read and now looking at his collection she could understand why him and mum got along so well. Fictional tales in a straight order where lined up tales of knight chasing their next kingdom in pursuit of glory and gold she stared trough them landing on no particular book of interest ‘dad do you have something in here apart from nights and kingdoms ' Alice asked ‘what exactly are you looking for sweet pea ' her dad responded ‘Now was my time to bring up the topic an

Her mum but she needed answers and who better than her father to answer a few Walking off into the study room she spotted her dad reading one of his famous collections She never really paid attention to the kind of books her father read and now looking at his collection she could understand why him and mum got along so well. Fictional tales in a straight order where lined up tales of knight chasing their next kingdom in pursuit of glory and gold she stared trough them landing on no particular book of interest ‘dad do you have something in here apart from nights and kingdoms ' Alice asked ‘what exactly are you looking for sweet pea ' her dad responded ‘Now was my time to bring up the topic an

She loves Devyn so much, it will hurt her a bit but she will still choose what makes Devyn happy. I pinch her cheeks once again. "That's right, baby. It's your life so you will make your own choice. We will interfere when your choices are bad, okay?" I said so she nodded. "Besides, Dada," she said so I stopped drinking coffee. "You can make another Baby! It says in this book that an animal can have many children! Like dogs, sometimes they have five, four or three children!" My Daughter even turned me into an animal. I bite my lip and stop laughing. One or maybe another one is right so that Devyn has a companion to grow old with. Two kids will be good?

He laid the book aside for just a moment and smiled at the sweet face of his youngest daughter, her blonde curls pulled into sharp braids behind her ears, just the way her mother liked them. Serendipity giggled, looking up at the ruddy face of her dark-haired father. “When shall I learn to read, Papa?” she asked, shifting her eyes to the much-loved volume as it sat on the end table next to Papa’s comfy chair. Across the room from them, on the much-loved bookshelf, sat volumes by Clement C. Moore, Lewis Carroll, and Serendipity’s very favorite, Hans Christian Anderson. “Soon,” Rudolph confirmed. “You’re going on five years old now. Both of your sisters learned when they were about your age. H

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.