Father Daughter Relationship Novels & Stories

Anna said to Lorenzo, although I was curious to know what he was going to tell her, I acted like I didn’t care about it. “Anna, remember our agreement the other day, daddy’s business shouldn’t bother you.” Anna didn’t care anymore after hearing what her dad said. I couldn’t help but envy their relationship, seeing both of them together made me realize how unlucky I really am to have the kind of father I have. I never knew a father and daughter relationship could be this beautiful. Seeing Anna and her dad being so sweet towards each other finally made me feel otherwise. I looked at the food I was served and heaved a sigh.

I said. “Chill, okay?” My dad said, smiling. “Hell, son. I don’t think you already did everything, because if you do for sure you’re already on good terms with her. Try harder son, she might know how to fight but she’s still a girl who can get hurt not just physically but emotionally too.” “I will dad.” I said. “As for you Chaos, you know that I love you for my daughter but if you hurt her I’m telling you I can forget that you’re my friends son.” Dad said to him.

It made me wonder if I was Alpha Raxon’s daughter. I grew up thinking the way my father treated me was the same for every other female. I found that to be wrong when I saw the relationship of other alphas with their daughters. How they hugged and laughed with their daughters, things I never did with my father. I wasn’t allowed to kiss or touch him. Neither could I ask him for anything. I realized then that I meant absolutely nothing to him. In the safety of my room, I allowed the tears in my eyes to fall as I walked into the bathroom and stepped into the safety of the shower.

They lived in David's house, and Rose's friends were children of rich professionals. David was miles away when Rose was born and he never saw his daughter until she was a teenager. Even after David married Edith and they were all living in the same house, David the busy lawyer and Rose the busy high schooler were in the same room only a handful of times a year. There was essentially no father-daughter relationship.

JASMINE I’d never really had a normal relationship with my father, at least not the kind that other daughters seemed to have with theirs in sitcoms. My dad was just never really the goofy, understanding, “his princess has him wrapped around his finger” type. He was always strict growing up. My mom was worse, but he definitely wasn’t the type where I could go ask Dad after Mom said no. It was only in recent years that he’d begun to lighten up some, especially after the whole “secret love child” thing came to light a year earlier. Suffice to say, we’d never been close.

The DNA states that she was 99% unrelated to him and there was no blood relation between them. This can’t be. No no… someone should tell her that this was all a joke and that she wasn’t someone else’s daughter but her father’s daughter. This can’t be true. She has been loyal to her father since birth and she could feel how much he loves her. If there was no blood relation the love wouldn’t be that strong would it? Didn’t they say that blood is thicker than water?

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.

I used to be jealous when she first came along, since I'd been the only girl in a sea of boys for the longest. But she and daddy have a whole different kind of relationship than the one he and I share. Not that he loves her any less of course, it's just that, well, I think he just might be a little bit afraid of her. The two of them butt heads more than anyone else in the family and he's more often than not trying to get away from her, whereas with me, he's always in my room asking me how my day went. That sounds strange, like daddy doesn't like her, but nothing could be further from the truth. I guess you have to see it to understand what I'm trying to explain; the bottom line is they just

She knocked on the door repeatedly because she couldn't wait to see her father. Their relationship has never been that close. However, since her father helped her to escape from La Vendetta and was willing to sacrifice his life for her safety, Caterina felt that the father-daughter relationship between them needed to be repaired. She wanted to spend more time with her father, as a daughter and father should. Not like before, as if they were seniors and juniors in the medical world. “Dad!” Caterina immediately hugged her father when Dante opened the door to the room.

He had his daughter's presence, and she had his financial help. - "It may sound ridiculous, but I don't know. We don't talk much" - "It's not ridiculous. You have the right not to want to approach" the godmother replied. Better than anyone else, Mirtes understood that the relationship between father and daughter was not easy, let alone loving. There were roots of hurt that would never be cut, and that poisoned the fruits of the relationship. - "I know. Anyway, I don't want to talk about Jean. Tell me about your business"