Father Daughter Fantasy Novels & Stories

I know better than to let my mind wander. Besides, I knew that my parents were planning for this Council to marry me off to some stranger. Ashe poked her head into my thoughts, All the more reason we should indulge. I mean did you really get a good look at that ass. I think you should check one more time. I swear there was not a leash short enough to reign her in on. She was incorrigible when it came to "enjoying life to its fullest". Allowing myself to engage in more risky activities was never an option. I was never allowed to engage in parties with friends, or even be alone with a boy. I was the Alpha's daughter, everyone knew who I was and I had an appearance to keep up. Before the Counci

"Everyone, come take a look! This is the woman who incited her daughter to harm herself for money! She lost her job and her daughter was expelled, yet she's still hanging around! No wonder her man left her. A woman like her brings nothing but bad luck!" She grew more animated, now stepping forward to point at my daughter. "And this little liar! Raised without a father, she's already lying and cheating at such a young age! She's only gonna get worse when she grows up! I think she should be sent to juvenile prison!" "Shut your mouth!" My blood boiled, and I yelled. "I'll say what I want!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't want people to talk about it, don't do it, crazy woman! And t

“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.

“Get outta here with that fantasy crap. You wanna be my old man or something? Keep dreaming.” ***

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.

"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.

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.