Father Daughter Comic Novels & Stories

Kayola laughs softly. “You are welcome, sweetheart, and I am happy you laughed at my dad joke.” Milos smiles. They both walk back home, holding hands and reminiscing on their beautiful and difficult moments together. Father and Daughter.

Looked at Jason, who was playing with his daughter, Madison said grumpily. “A heartless bastard! Why don't you care more about your son?” "People say that father and son are natural enemies? Is this true?" “Then what about the relation between father and daughter? It seems that the heartless little girl is much closer to her father than to me.” Madison grumbled.

Their names are penciled right under the figure corresponding to them. My best dada, Dada Dale Daniel. My loving mama, Mama Clarriese Zyah. And it's me, the little one, Dhyrine Denisse. "My daughter is good at drawing," Zyah commented on her daughter's work. "Our daughter, wife," Dale said. "Our daughter." He gave emphasis to the latter. "Let's celebrate your birthday, dada!" their daughter interfered. "You are getting older, dada!" "Am I still handsome even if I am getting older, 'nak?"

father said pulling her Chubby cheeck "This is cheating my kiddo" dad said to her daughter "I am not Cheating Daddy, see my stomach is full with Milk" Babygirl said keeping her hand on her stomach "Hehe you promised me know you will drink the full milk , just few drops are left drink the milk. You will be becomes very strong like you're favourite Spider-Man" while talking to his daughter daddy feeds her full milk "Tasty na" he cleans her Mouth with tissue. "Daddy i am finished like you said" Babygirl giggles

God, those two are going to be the death of me. "Let me tell you something- my daughter has as unique and just as amazing sense of humour as her father. Blade often came up with similar bullshit; not a day went by that I didn't pee my pants laughing. I cried, a lot actually, but again- because of his stupid jokes." We all laugh at Melinda's confession, and finally, Enya doesn't seem worried anymore. It's nice to see her so happy.

"Haha, gotcha!" Laughed so hard I started crying. "Mom, I love you. So, so much." The video froze—me, tear-streaked and smiling. *** Mom didn't flinch. "This is a medical conference, Ms. Tyler. Not a soap opera." Whispers rippled through the crowd. "Wait, isn't that Dr. Cooper's daughter? I heard she was a match for her dad. If she'd just done the transplant, he'd still be alive." "Selfish. Couldn't even save her own father."

A second later, my phone blew up. Messages flooded the family group chat. Voice Message from Mom: "Everyone come look at this. Look at the kind of daughter I raised. She goes to the city for a few years and suddenly she thinks she's too good for her own family. She came home just to demand money from me. I spent a little of her money and now she wants me to pay it back. After everything I've done for her!" Replies poured in right after, full of criticism and fake advice. I sank onto the floor and covered my face.

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

“Well…. sincerely, I don't have an appointment with him but well, I'm his daughter so I suppose I can go in without having an appointment wi-” They both burst into laughter, hitting themselves playfully as if I just cracked a joke. My jaw was left hanging as I stared at them, holding myself back from grabbing them in the balls. They finally settled and one of them mimicked me. “I'm his daught-" they both burst into laughter again, their eyes becoming tearful. “Did I crack any joke?" I asked, curious. They laughed again and I was starting to get infuriated. I didn't have much time to waste here, I just needed to confirm something if my father was truly alive but I think I already did and thes

Is this even possible? I couldn’t hear her last words. The only thing that struck my ears was something superficial. “…He likes it that way in bed…” “Hold on. Who likes what that way in bed?” “Dad, don’t pretend like you’ve not been enjoying my sexual escapades. You shy now?” “Oh my! Are you telling your father about that? You’re one weird daughter of mine. I’d be the first to take my leave.” “I’m kidding Dad.” She laughed like it was funny. “I wish Bram will remain this sweet forever. Something keeps telling me it will come to an end very soon.”