Novel & Cerita Father Daughter Books

It is a few minutes past 7:30 pm and we are preparing to go to bed. We sleep pretty early because we wake up so early too. I and Laura have been at home since she got back from school. We had a nice daddy-and-daughter time and I enjoyed every bit of it. As usual. Since we both lost her mom, I have worked extra hard to distract myself from all the pain of losing my beautiful wife. So I am grateful for and excited about every opportunity I get to spend time with my daughter. I give her a hot shower, get her dressed in her pyjamas and lay my little princess to sleep. Just as I’m about to step out of her room, I hear her cute tiny little voice say “Daida please can you read me a bedtime story a

I shot back, upset that he was yelling at me in front of this man. “You know nothing!” Father replied almost immediately. He finally walked away from the window and went to his library of books. He didn't say anything for a while, he was searching for a book. I blinked, waiting for him to say something. Finally, he found what he was looking for because he pulled a big book out from the shelf and dropped it on the table. “Kyra Dew is the daughter of Dew Fredrick Gem.” He began. My gaze didn't leave him for a second. “So?” I asked.

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, couldn't help but notice the erections Daddy'd grow as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my full, firm breasts. We didn't discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly scared Daddy. But I knew he was studying the problem, trying to face these forbidden desires that were threatening to overwhelm him. I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic accounts of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to

"Everyone, come take a look! This is the woman who incited her daughter to harm herself for money! She lost her job and her daughter was expelled, yet she's still hanging around! No wonder her man left her. A woman like her brings nothing but bad luck!" She grew more animated, now stepping forward to point at my daughter. "And this little liar! Raised without a father, she's already lying and cheating at such a young age! She's only gonna get worse when she grows up! I think she should be sent to juvenile prison!" "Shut your mouth!" My blood boiled, and I yelled. "I'll say what I want!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't want people to talk about it, don't do it, crazy woman! And t

The title is just being passed down through the generation and all of them are either successful in their own way. “ Dad.” My voice echoes through the study room while my father is busy scanning some folders. He looks at me for a moment before he stops me from talking. Scattering my sight through the study area, I have noticed the tall bookshelves about politics and it scares me. The thickness of those books will consume almost half of my life if I ever decided to read those. “ W-Why did you call me?” I asked him before stepping at the side, nervously watching him. This version of him is my least favorite. When dad is quiet, it’s either he solved the problem or he’s doing something that will

Covering the ground and heading back to the place that created our nightmares, the place that changed us forever; to face our past and create a new future. ***THE END*** Thank you for reading, please remember to leave me a review and look out for the continuation of Lamia's story in:- Rise of a Queen - Book 2, in The Delta's Daughter Series. OUT NOW!

The timbre of her voice held a softness that touched my heart, and I knew she was sharing a story with Athena. I couldn’t help but smile as I recognized the tale unfolding—a story about ‘Dad.’ My heart swelled with warmth, knowing that Princess Golder was regaling Athena with tales of our bond, weaving a narrative that would etch itself into her young mind. I leaned closer to the door, my ear pressed against the wood, cherishing this intimate moment between mother and daughter. Princess Golder’s voice danced with affection as she recounted our adventures, our triumphs, and even our mischievous escapades. Each word was a testament to the love that bound our family together.

Her father shook his head while patting her head, “Not today. I wanted to spend some time with you. I feel bad for spending all my time at work. You won’t be mad at dad for choosing to spend time with you this morning, right?” Yuna smiled sincerely, “No, I don’t mind.” Her father looked at the cover of her book to find that she was reading about the Country of Ezra. He was shocked by the level of the book she was reading. This book was written for literary scholars that were in their 20s. She was just barely 12 years old. He couldn’t help but feel proud of his smart daughter.

Every time his hips slammed against my ass, the door behind me creaked. “My father is… ahhh… fuck… Jax…” I moaned softly, my fingers clawing at the wooden panels of the door, trying to find balance. “Someone… someone might come out. Stop…” “Let them come,” Jax rasped. He grabbed my hair gently, pulling my head back so I had to look at him, then plunged inside me even harder. “Let your father walk out and see exactly what his precious daughter does while he talks about his business deals.”

I know I have always had the thought that I'm not the daughter of my father, but that doesn't mean I wanted it to be true. "You know what surprises me, is your ability to lie at any point in time, just because you want to see me weak." I shaked my head looking so disappointed. "It's not a surprise that you do think I'm lying, why don't you go through the book over there.. the one with the title, *The kidnapping of five kids." I stared at my father with a questioning look, then I went on to pick the book from the shelf... "Read it." He instructs.