Father Daughter Comic Novels & Stories

I put on the best smile I could fake and nodded, “That’s great, Father. I can’t wait.” I then turned to walk away, but apparently, he wasn’t done with me, “And Luna Nichole brought some dresses for you to wear; why don’t you go try them on.” I groaned inside, dresses, yay… “Yes, Father,” I said, then I hurried upstairs before he could add anything else.

he yelled at her but she only scoffed “I learnt how to hit people from you. Should we find out who is better at it? I am very sure that you would be on a wheelchair for the rest of your life if you dare try it with me” she gritted and her dad’s girlfriend descended the stairs “I have always told you that your daughter is a pain in the ass. She was only pretending to be unbothered and harmless when she was only keeping her fangs. You can see her true colors now” she interrupted and Monica flung her father’s hand away

Her own father, as "Hey! You have to catch me first, dork! Now pick up my things, or I will destroy your sketchbooks! Fair warning, Mouse!" "Oh, you son of a bi--" Ashly's words were cut off as Adom hung up the phone. The group laughed at the father-daughter antics. Well, it's really new for them; they've never seen a father-daughter dynamic like this. Adom walked into the room, sitting on the coffee table so he could see everyone.

I retort, my claws fighting back an invisible foe. His laugh bubbles up from his belly in a joyous sound. A sound I could hear forever and never tire of it. Its melody, rare and unforgettable. My body shakes to the beats of his laughter as he cradles me into his chest. “You are feral!” He laughs. I search frantically for the scenes playing before Asteria and Theia. I search for the caves. The snakes. The heartbreak and trauma of Asteria. The games Theia plays within the caves. Anything to escape this. This experience with my father feels too real, the reality of it being ripped away from me is devastating. I don't ever want to leave his arms, but in equal measure being here is excruciating b

It's easier that way. "Okay. No more bikes, Dad. I promise." I don't mind calming his over-protectiveness because he doesn't deserve to have any more stress in his life. His broad shoulders relax again and he gives me a smile that lights up his face and softens his eyes. It's the smile that's reserved for me and my mother, and it makes my heart melt. My father is an incredibly beautiful man, possessing the kind of good looks where women will actually stop and stare at him, eyes wide, mouth parted, heart pitter-pattering.

leaving Lancer who paused, his smile fading bit by bit as he looked at her retreating back. Aliana chuckled gently, seeing her daughter finally entered her room, slamming the door shut. Her weak pretense in front of her daughter from earlier, disappearing. Lancer slowly turned his head over at Aliana who laughed just after the kid was gone, her head tilting as the corner of her lip curled up, taking a piece of a cut cake on the table and forked a tiny fallen piece from it. “Never thought you be treated by your daughter like that, huh? Lancerixious,” as if thinking of something funny, she softly laughed again, her shoulders trembling in forced tries, not to laugh out loud.

Lyca" “Please tell me that I'm not dreaming?” my father said, I shook my head. “I'm real, father, this is me Lyca, your one, and only daughter, I'm alive” My father walked slowly through me. Still, his eyes looking at me intently, as my father reached me, he forthwith hugged me, without prior notice. I hug my father back tightly. I couldn't help not to cry. I almost forgot that Zack was right beside me.

Zander exclaimed. “Thank you sweetie” She hugged her daughter. “This is so beautiful” “Don't mention it, mum” “Don't tell me you only got something for your mum, what about me?” Her dad asked his hands on his waist. “Oops, another day dad” “No, I will not accept, how can you be so partial?” He crossed his hands. “Don't worry I will buy you something much more, trust me” She winked at her dad and he reciprocated it by winking back.

“Save me, Dad! I wanted The Powerpuff Girls’ stationery, but Mom wouldn’t let me, and she even hit me. It hurts so bad.” Eric lifted her sleeves and spotted a few bruises on her body. I was shocked. I was about to ask what had happened when Eric angrily put Cecelia down and slapped me. “Aren’t you her mother?! How could you beat her up?!” I tried my best to explain myself. “She’s lying. I didn’t hurt her.”

One by one, they all recounted their memories and shared what the late Eric Damian had meant to them, until it was Clara's turn to speak. "I have shed countless tears, yet I refuse to let them fall once more. I never knew a love like this could exist. You, Dad, opened my eyes to the true essence of love. Love means fighting, fighting for those we hold dear. I do not wish to succumb to tears because I want to embody strength, just as you did for the ones you cherished. You protected your loved ones with unwavering determination, with your very life. You safeguarded and fought for your friends and family, and I aspire to follow in your footsteps. But it wasn't just your family and friends you