Father Daughter Novels & Stories

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

It felt like father and daughter claiming each other before a witness made it that much more real. Keri whimpered and moaned as her father plunged a pair of fingers in and out of her slick pussy channel. Tyla was moaning just as loud. Meanwhile, Rex's cock was hard and swollen to it furthest limit as his pretty, blonde daughter hovered over it. And as good as the man's experienced fingers felt plumbing her slippery hole, the girl was eager to feel that thick shaft pushing up inside her. But then, she almost forgot where she was as she kissed her father back. Her mind was in a whirl as his tongue swept through her mouth and played with hers.

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

Or remembering someone. My father poured another glass of whiskey. "Richard is an old business partner." "I see." Richard looked at my father and smiled. "So… this is your daughter." Father nodded proudly. "My greachievement,"ment," I forced a smile. Inside… I felt like a business investment instead of a daughter.

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.

she said, and I felt the panic rise all the way from my toes. “Bambi, I...” “If this is the only time... Kiss me. I need to know how it feels.” This wasn’t good at all. We’d already smothered every boundary there should be between a father and a daughter in law, but kissing... That would be more than I could handle. If I kissed her, I wouldn’t be able to stop. What I just did was to show her how it felt to be properly satisfied, and I did a pretty darn good job of controlling myself and my own needs. But kissing wasn’t included. That was dangerous area. Especially since she was the only woman I honestly wanted to kiss.

My parents moved here from the demon realm before I was born but I’ve visited often. Once the girls woke up I made them breakfast. “Thanks Dad! My Dad makes the best breakfast, huh Riley??” Aaliyah said and I tried not to react to her calling me her Dad which she hadn’t done until now. I didn’t mind it at all but it did catch me off guard. “Hm-mm cousin, he makes it almost as good as my mom,” Riley replied. After breakfast, I went to the backyard with the girls where they played and danced to music Riley selected.

Her facial expressions swept his laughter, drawing the attention of her father, who approached her and said with exaggerated tenderness. "Please, do not refuse sustenance, it is your nature now, and if you do not feed, you will perish." He offered her the seat across from Damian, and Kira sat watching her father questioningly, then whispered to him, "Are you going to stay and watch?" Damian nods nervously at her question, hearing her father say, "Of course I'll stay, don't be afraid, I'll stay here by your side." Damian coughed, trying to hide his laughter behind her, and his little girl roared cheerfully to roar at him in turn, feeling pity for her father.

Their relationship is a tapestry of shared experiences, laughter, and meaningful conversations. The love between a father and his daughter is a precious gift, a timeless connection that weaves its way through the tapestry of life. It's a love that endures, transcending generations and continuing to influence her, even as she grows into her own. This love is a testament to the beauty of family bonds, a love that enriches and nourishes the human soul.

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.