Novel & Cerita Father Daughter Comic

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

What a selfish fucker. “To sleep well at night knowing you did the right thing,” Gwen said. Of course, David burst out laughing at that. “My daughter is a comedian. Must be all those drugs you huff out in the swamp,” he said, his eyes cold and serious. “Some of us don’t get our kicks from fucking up peoples’ lives,” I said, butting in. Dad shot me a look that absolutely said to shut up.

Laughter, music, my father chatting with clients. In here, Troy Reynolds was on his knees making his best friend’s daughter come apart on his tongue. And I never wanted it to end. “Oh my God, Daddy…”

"Ma'am, that young man is banned from the property. Your daughter gave me a direct order. She told me to make sure no calls or messages from him reached you. She said it was for the family's peace." The words hit me like a slap. So, he had tried. He did care. But my own daughter, my scandal, had built a wall between us. A hot, sudden anger flashed through me. "So, Leo really does care, but my scandal of a daughter is behind all this," I whispered to myself. I ended the conversation there, promising to deal with it after the event. But the anger stayed, a low burn under my skin.

I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady.

As he held my hands and stroked the hardness within him he made funny sounds like mum and her male visitors used to make when she was alive. I closed my eyes shut, trying not to think of what was happening. This man was supposed to be my adoptive father. I wondered if this was how a father and daughter relationship was since I never had a father before. Suddenly he stopped, I opened my eyes gradually thinking that the show was over and he was about to leave but what I saw in his eyes made me panic. He dragged me to himself forcefully and tried to kiss me. I resisted it with all the force my small body could muster.

In one month, the Martinez family's market value dropped by thirty percent. My father had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. I was running back and forth between the company and his bedside, running on fumes. Rachel held the baby and complained. "You're always out. You never spend time with your son." "The company's in trouble. Dad's in the hospital. What do you want me to do?" "So what if the company's in trouble? We have money. Enough to last ten lifetimes." I looked at her, and she seemed like a stranger.

"It's no wonder your mother looks like she's seen a ghost every time she looks at you. You little beast! Not only does your own mother hate you, but your father despises you too! "Did you really delude yourself into thinking that he loves you? I'll have you know that I'm pregnant with his child. When my baby is born, you'll be sent away to the sticks!" Jillian let out an ear-piercing shriek. "You're lying! How dare you frame Daddy? I'm Daddy's only daughter. He would never leave me!" At the end of the video, Kelvin snubbed out his cigarette with his shoe before he entered the house, slamming the door behind him.

Watching Lucius and Clara tear each other apart like two rabid dogs, I couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. Just then, my private communicator chimed. It was my father's voice, thick with amusement. "My daughter, what a show. They destroyed themselves."