Father Daughter Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

Now You even forgot your name, Liliana. She was confused but then it hit her. He wanted to marry Liliana but her father used her... She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. How could he... How could he do this to his own daughter? Damon saw her lack of reaction and grabbed her arms harshly pulling her towards him... She landed on his chest with one jerk. Damon: Don't you dare to think that your trying to look innocent can melt me. You are just a fucking whore for me... A whore that -

He wasn’t and will never be the father of my child. He can dream but the reality will slap him hard. I will not let him do this to me. I cannot let him ruin everything for me. Before, I know that being the president’s daughter comes with many disadvantages. I just didn’t realize that being dragged into his evil scheme is one of the things that I should deal with in my life. Truth to be told, I was the one who dragged Ares into this fire. I was playing fire with him and I thought we both burned by it. I was enjoying burning without realizing that he is trying to pull me closer into the fire because he, himself is the son of the fire.

MILES; “Thank you, Daddy,” The words followed me upstairs. I didn't know what was worse; the word she mumbled on, or the sexy way she had let it out between clenched teeth. I slammed my bedroom door behind me and twisted the lock with shaking fingers. My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest. I could still see her… Michela, my sweet stepdaughter, the girl I wasn’t supposed to want, standing there in nothing but delicate white lace.

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

"And while your mother is away, you will call me sir, or you will call me daddy. Choose one." Roe caught her breath, a wicked, defiant smile spreading across her lips even as tears of heat pricked the corners of her eyes. She twisted her neck, looking up at his sharp, chiseled jawline and those cold, dark eyes that were currently boring holes into her. "Why should I?" she challenged, her voice dripping with deliberate provocation. "You're not my real dad. You just like having me under your hand like this. Admit it. You've been looking for an excuse to touch me all week."

MAYA It’s hard to believe I’m back here, back into my father’s world after what? Four years? Five? I was seventeen the last time I showed my face in daddy’s mansion. Now, I’m twenty-two years old, with my psychology degree still warm in my trunk, and a pussy that had been aching for one man since I was old enough to know what aching, what wanting meant. Dominic Kane. My father’s best friend. My godfather.

Warm blood beaded, trickled. A hot tongue dragged slowly over the cut, licking it clean. I shivered, thighs clenching on instinct. “Unfortunately,” that familiar rumble poured into my ear, low and amused, “the only woman who’s ever made me lose my fucking mind is now my daughter-in-law. Isn’t life wicked?” Knox. Alpha Knox. My father-in-law. The blade pressed a fraction deeper, not enough to kill, just enough to remind me he could. His body caged mine, leather and pine and raw heat flooding my senses.

I swore I would never let anyone I love get taken from me again. The look in her eyes when she said "I hate you, Dad." The way she slammed the door and ran. The silence that followed. My daughter thinks I'm a coward. She thinks I chose my money over the woman I love and I can't tell her the truth because that would break the deal and Leah would die. I failed Rose. I failed Emily. And now I'm failing Leah. “Ahhh” I scream in frustration as I slam my fist against the wall hard enough to split the skin on my knuckles then again and again the pain feels good. It's real.

The door behind him was thrown open, giving a clear view of Jillian and Maisie scuffling with each other. "I won't let you get what you want!" Jillian screamed at the top of her lungs. "Every woman who seduces Daddy must die! Daddy belongs to me and me alone! No one can take him away from me!" Fresh blood flowed down Maisie's leg. She grabbed a fistful of Jillian's hair and ruthlessly slapped her behind. "It's no wonder your mother looks like she's seen a ghost every time she looks at you. You little beast! Not only does your own mother hate you, but your father despises you too!