Father Daughter Novels & Stories

Now she had a five-year-old daughter. A daughter with no father listed anywhere in her records. “Lucas.” I looked up. Ethan was studying me carefully. “What are you thinking?” I hesitated. Because saying it out loud sounded ridiculous. Then again, most things involving Natalie had sounded ridiculous over the last five years. “I think I need to meet her daughter.” Ethan stared at me. For several seconds, he didn’t say a word. Then he laughed. A full, uncontrollable laugh that made me wonder whether I wanted to fire him or punch him. Or both.

"He's right, though. Stay off the bike. We don't want anything to happen to you." We. I'm being raised by everyone and no one. My dad's not with Toren. He's one million percent committed and in love with his wife, my mother , his teen sweetheart. But she's gone now, and my father is a thirty-two-year-old rock star with a seventeen-year-old daughter, trying to act like he's not broken and lost and on the verge of losing the very definition of his shit. But I know better. He's afraid something's going to happen to me too. That I'll be here one moment and gone the next. And I don't blame him for feeling that way at all because I feel it, too.

I decided to be nice, never match hate with hate, kindness overall wins eventually. “So, you are the freak charity case that my father decided to burden us with rather than just kill you” she snarls. I tried not to take offense; I knew how they were here. I also did not miss the “her father” statement. I am going to try peace but, if she still pushes it, I can play cruel bitch too. “Ah you must be my father's other daughter” I simply state, “well it is nice to meet you.” I smile and she snarls at me, her eyes wide.

That way, Luna, you can try a little bit of everything and choose what you like… My father was looking at me intently, trying to understand what was going on. I sighed softly, looking at him, not knowing where to begin. Alexander squeezed my hand in his, a gesture of support. Alexander: Dada, your daughter, my Luna… she’s had so few choices in her life… for her… even things that might seem simple to us, like reading is simple, it’s impossible… She’s tasted so little in her life… everything is new to her.

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.

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

Turning her attention towards my father, she took a few calming breaths, tempering herself a little bit as she asked, “How did you find him?” I watched my father let out a loud, tired exhale, right before he answered, “Long story...” Noticing how her reddened eyes finally landed on me, I watched how she wiped the lingering wetness off her cheeks, swallowing a sob as she then calmly asked, “Who’s this?” “Blake, I want you to meet my daughter, Daya.

Fiona took a deep breath and started to read the letter with careful emotion: "My Dearest Kaitlyn, As I sit down to pen this letter, my heart is heavy with the knowledge that time is a fleeting companion, and there are words, sentiments, and a father's love I wish to share with you before it slips away entirely. Above all else, I wish you good health and a life of stability, my precious daughter. Life's journey is unpredictable, and filled with both triumphs and regrets. My heart swells with a mix of pride and sorrow as I witness the remarkable resilience you've displayed. I must extend my sincerest apologies for any moments where I fell short as your father. It is a regret that weighs heavi