Father Daughter Books Novels & Stories

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!"

“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.

And if nobody cared about her, what was the point of keeping her? "So I helped you get rid of her. "Really, you should be thanking me." Vera's arrogant laughter echoed through the interrogation room. Dad clutched his chest and collapsed. *** My parents seemed to age overnight. Mom couldn't handle losing both daughters. Her mind broke, and she was eventually admitted to a psychiatric facility. As for the thirty million Vera paid the kidnapper, her own accounts didn't have enough. So she stole Dad's company credentials and sold confidential client files.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

Built-in bookshelves line the opposite wall, filled with old leather-bound volumes that Papa has been collecting since he was a child. My father has a deep appreciation for the classics and has instilled the same in his children. I remember running my fingers over the worn spines before selecting a novel, eagerly devouring the words on each page, and then sitting down with him to discuss my thoughts. We would spend an entire evening in the matching leather chairs with a fire roaring in the grate, cups of hot cocoa and a bowl of buttery popcorn on the end table between us. Those are some of my most cherished childhood memories of Papa. The best thing about them is that they have nothing to

“Mommy’s not bad. And neither is Daddy.” When he had his sons, Night and Loud, Heath always marveled at how mature and curious they were, asking endless questions until they understood everything. But his daughter, Anya, was another story entirely. If she didn’t get it, she’d simply move on, chasing whatever else caught her attention, leaving her father in the dust. Yet Heath, ever the “daughter-dad,” adored her every whim. No matter how clever his sons were, they didn’t have the same effect on him; Anya could practically dismantle the house, and he’d just build her a new one with a smile.

" You foolish girl. The only reason we still live here is because we cannot afford to go anywhere else. This woman is cursed. We cannot even take down her memorial. She came as an angel but turned out , she was the devil all along. A damned daughter or the daughter of the damned, whatever we call her, she will always be a monster. " A laughter filled their room. " Why are you teaching your child nonsense? She had more intelligence than you ignorant, lot. " The woman pulled whatever she could lay her hands on and started swinging at the invisible voice. " Get away from us? Stay away from my daughter. Why are you doing this to us? What do you want from our children? " She swung desperately as

That way, Luna, you can try a little bit of everything and choose what you like… My father was looking at me intently, trying to understand what was going on. I sighed softly, looking at him, not knowing where to begin. Alexander squeezed my hand in his, a gesture of support. Alexander: Dada, your daughter, my Luna… she’s had so few choices in her life… for her… even things that might seem simple to us, like reading is simple, it’s impossible… She’s tasted so little in her life… everything is new to her.

masked stranger" was the worst thing in his house. He had no idea that in ten minutes, his other daughter was going to walk through the door with a "godly" husband-to-be and a belly full of the "stranger’s" child. The past wasn't just speaking. It was screaming.

Stefany replied with a smile. "The story is very interesting and makes me feel happy." "Your favorite book?" Mr. Frank looked at his daughter with a sharp gaze, as if searching for the truth in Stefany's words. "What's the title?" the father inquired. "Oh, the title is Adventures in the Mist. The book is about friendship and adventures in the wild." Stefany explained, trying to sound convincing to her father. "Through that book, I learned a lot about the importance of friendship." Mr. Frank was silent for a moment, nodding slowly. "Sounds good. I hope you can take lessons from that book," the father said again.