Father Daughter Fantasy Novels & Stories

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.

“How about you find her a mom first?” His eye twitched, and without warning, he turned right back around, eyes lighting up. “No problem! Leave it to me—Daddy’s got this!” Roger: “…” Truly shameless. Still grinning, Roger sent a clip of the whole thing to Victor Davenier with a cheerful caption: [Look at this guy—already applying for the role of husband and dad. Dad, your precious daughter—before you even had the chance to wrap her in your coat, she’s already been swept away by someone else!]

Every time he shifted to point at the screen, his biceps flexed under the fabric, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from whimpering. Mom was gone. Two whole weeks. Just me and Daddy alone in this big house. Every filthy fantasy I’d ever had was finally within reach. But God… it was so wrong. He was my real father. The man who raised me. And here I was, soaking through my tiny pink panties, my clit throbbing painfully while he tried to help me with my laptop. What kind of daughter gets this wet for her own Daddy? What kind of daughter has spent years fingering her tight little cunt pretending it was him?

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

"You will obey me or I will send you to another country. By God! He was your sister's husband, don't act like a slut." My mother grumbles beside me, placing her body in front of mine in protection. "Don't talk to my daughter like that!" She growls, showing her protective side." " She's my daughter too, damn it!" Dad gets even more excited and I feel the first tears fall.

Made me a mother to his psychotic daughter because I look like her. He’s connected to Lord Lucifer and Alanjadro. A hardened criminal. An evil mafia boss who belongs in hell. My father will destroy both of us and break hell open. “He hates criminals,” she whispered to her reflection. But her heart was already full of Vincenzo. She dried off, slipped into fresh clothes, and climbed onto her bed. She curled up, daydreaming about his kiss, his touch, his voice and his innocent babyish look. She smiled into her pillow, even as tears slipped free. I love him… She whispered.

he whispered. My chest tightened. “She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.” Mother. Whenever Father spoke about her, there was always a sadness in his voice.I closed my eyes. For a moment, I allowed myself to simply be his daughter. Not a princess. Not an omega. Not someone planning revenge. Just Fiona. Then I remembered everything. The wedding,The betrayal and His death. My arms tightened around him. This time, Father… I won’t let them take you from me.

"So what are you going to do now? You'll be going to Egypt soon hope you know?" I nodded and glanced down at Fiya, a princess. She looks so pretty when sleeping. Her dark long lashes rested on her cheek. I cleaned the tears on her face and kissed her forehead. "She'll be coming with me to Egypt" King Nitokris (Fiya's dad) I paced angrily after the phone call with Jackson. How can my daughter be in a relationship with him? She's supposed to kill him and not sleep with him. This is the first time my daughter has ever defiled me by going against my wish.

she says "I wish I didn't have to marry him if my mother wasn't the daughter of Hera I wouldn't have to but she is and my father is Hades so I have some of the powers of both My father and my grandmother and they want a strong Empress who has the blood of Hera so I have to I wish I could be with Soren because I love him" I say as I start crying Laguna walks up to me and hugs me. I'm just glad everyone else is in class so they don't see me crying

"My little principessa, Papa will protect you." The images were so vivid, as if it were all just yesterday. Why... why had they changed so much? My vision started to blur, and my limbs went numb. The pain in my chest began to fade, replaced by a strange sense of lightness. Maybe this was what dying felt like. Years ago, when my father had betrayed his marriage vows, he'd claimed it was just the way of the underworld, that no Don had only one woman. My mother, whose devotion to their marriage was absolute, couldn't accept it and chose to leave.