Father Daughter Relationship Novels & Stories

“Fathers are supposed to be their daughters’ first heroes. While you—you became a villain in her story. Yet she still came to save you, in a way a son never would have. And even though it’s too damn late, at least you’ve realized what kind of monster you’ve been.” Gideon’s tone softened slightly, but his words cut deeper. “And about you disowning her…if a few cruel words or a single signature on a paper could truly break a blood relation, then that bond would’ve been nothing but a joke. We sit here talking about a father and daughter’s relationship. Your obsession with having a son blinded you from seeing how extraordinary your daughter really is. Daughters are a father’s pride, and yours…sh

… The results came back two days later. Daphne and Timothy shared a 99.99% biological relationship, which meant that they were definitely father and daughter. Even though I had always known what the result would be, I couldn't help replaying everything that had happened between Timothy and me over the years as I looked at the words and symbols on the report. We used to be so good together, but everything had changed three years ago, when Daphne was born. I stopped being the most important person in Timothy's life. I was suddenly someone he could toss aside without a second thought.

“She is an amazing kid. Please send your best luck my way, baby. I’m going to see, Father." “Well, good luck. I’ll be coming along with you. I wouldn’t miss that for anything." I accompanied her to the living room, where my father was seated. I chose to sit on the couch that was just across from the one that my dad was using. Maya surprisingly went and laid on my father’s lap. Well, that’s a first. I was unaware of Maya's and my father’s tight relationship. I know he used to tell me he was going to see her whenever she came around, but I never thought they had a father and daughter relationship. “Uncle Goody Man.” She spoke while giggling.

My life flashed in front of my eyes when I saw my father standing in front of me, busy on his phone. What was he doing here? What was he doing in Silas' hotel? I immediately rushed inside the room before he could have seen me, closing it behind me, breathing heavily. My father and I never shared a good relationship. My Dad was never a good father, or a father at all. For him I was never a daughter, for him I was just a girl he could use to get out of his debt. A daughter he can sell like a commodity when needed.

Ilang metro rin ang layo ng mismong hotel sa kanilang cottage kaya habol niya ang kaniyang hininga nang makarating sila. “I lost my daughter, miss.” Agap niyang saad sa babaeng receptionist. “Where is your surveillance system team?” Humarap ang babae sa kaniya, medyo nagulat. “This way ma'am.” Iginiya siya nito sa silid kung saan naroon ang monitor ng mga CCTV ng resort. “Anong problema, Dina?” “She lost her daughter, Kuya Maco.” “Ilang taon po ma'am?” Baling ng lalaki sa kaniya.

My father complained, shaking his head at me. I rolled my eyes at his words. “ What has that got to do with your life?" “ Missy, stop coming here so my wife-" “ What happened to the adage that says a father loves his daughter more than his wife?” I asked, rolling my eyes at him. I had managed to peel my eyes off the orb. “ I love you, daughter. But your mother is my life.” " Ouch! You are feeding me PDA!” I clutched my chest in mockery, while giving him puppy eyes.

"It's all yours daddy, did you know that? This pussy is for you because you made it." Florence slows down and I match her pace. She kisses me on the lips gently and wraps her arms around me. For a few minutes, we just remain still with my hard cock buried inside her. I feel so bonded with her right now. This is the true pair bonding I've needed all this time. Tears begin to flow from my eyes and I hold my daughter even tighter. "Daddy, it's okay," she says, rubbing the back of my head. Without moving, her pussy squeezes on my dick while she comforts me. "I'm here for you. We have each other, right?"

“Oh Fred! Irish is your daughter, your first and only daughter. It's been five years, isn't that enough?” “I need some rest” “Some running away from the truth Fred! It's been five years, and you're being heartless now. Let the past be by gone! You can't even trust your daughter to believe her. I hate you for this” Mother cried as she walked out of the room. “She's paying for her sin! Let her come out true, and I'll forgive her” Father yelled over and face his magazine again. Sincerely he missed her daughter, no matter how hard he's trying to play He missed him dearly. He and her daughter had created a strong bond, and he didn't believe it to that it was Irish.

My constant need for Daddy’s attention was the reason no one had noticed the change in our father-daughter relationship. I’d always loved Daddy like a woman instead of a Step-daughter and just hadn’t noticed until the night he caught me masturbating. Thankfully, he loved me like a woman too, which was how I could enjoy his pulsing cock in my asshole. Daddy bucked beneath me and gave my nipples a hard pinch. “Go on, darling. He’s out.”

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.