Novel & Cerita Father Daughter

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.

David said proudly; Kate laughed at his face when she saw his proud expression as if he owned the world and she was that world. Kate hugged his waist and rubbed her head on his chest. They heard a crying sound. Kate raised her head from her husband's chest and glared at the person angrily. It was none other than her daughter. This girl became a daddy lover and always wanted her dad to herself, so whenever Kate hugged David, she would throw a tantrum and flare up until David carried her. Kate finally believed that a daughter was her father’s past life lover, and her daughter proved it with action. David looked at his daughter and then at his wife; both stared at each other like they were chal

“I should go — I need to celebrate with my foundation team!” Her father chuckled as he watched her hurry toward the door. “Go on then, my darling,” he said warmly. “Just don’t forget to eat something.” “I won’t!” she called back over her shoulder, her heels clicking across the floor. As she disappeared through the doorway, her father leaned back in his chair, smiling proudly to himself. “That girl,” he murmured with a sigh. “She’s got her mother’s heart.” He had no idea that, at that very moment, his daughter was already dialing a number on her phone — the number of the man she owed money to.

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?"

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

Ana pursed her lips, revealing a dot on her cheeks, as she chuckled in quiet mockery, “Whose father will skip their daughter's birthday if they dont know they have another daughter outside?” “I–” Ana finally looked at him, dead in the eyes. Those dark with a hint of emerald hue, identical to his own, met his gaze without a flicker, “Can you do it? I won’t bother you with my other birthdays in return.” “I won’t need you to be present anymore.” “Father.” That single word at the end made Lancer chest tighten, feeling some difficulty breathing as he quickly dismissed his daughter's words in a panic. “Nonsense.”

“My Mamma isn’t dead! You have no right to say that she is!” The living room fell silent for a moment. Donna Moretti hesitated before looking at Father. “Don Vitale… this is…?” Father’s face looked as cold and hard as iron, his voice completely emotionless as he said, “A servant’s child.” My entire body froze. It was true that he had already announced to the outside world that Bianca was his only daughter. At school, Bianca had always told everyone that I was the daughter of a servant, too.

"Elayne! Shut your mouth! I didn't raise you just so you could humiliate me in front of the family!" "I'm the humiliation?" I stared at her. "Not you treating your own daughter like an ATM?" "Get out!" Mom shrieked, pointing at the door with a shaking finger. "You are not my daughter! Ungrateful brat! Get out and don't ever come back!" The relatives rushed to calm her down, but she'd already lost it. "Let her leave! I'll just pretend I never gave birth to her! She won't get a single penny from me! Everything I have is going to Sophie! Sophie's my real daughter!"