Father Daughter Romance Novels & Stories

He said, his jaw locked as he took in her tears-washed face and red eyes. "My daughter isn't going anywhere. She doesn't want to be with you. She won't." Roberto gritted his teeth, glaring at her husband. He was a possessive, protective father at that time. Orlando cursed under his breath. He raked his hand through his hair. She scurried over to them and faced her father. "You were right to send me away when I was insisting on staying, Dad. I should go. I'll spend my weekend with you. Will you watch my favorite movie with me?" She asked, chewing on her lower lip. She wasn't certain it would persuade her Mafia Father.

“You don’t protect anyone but yourself. You cling to power like it’s the only thing that matters. And look where that’s gotten us! This war, this mess…it’s all your fault!” Her words cut deeper than I thought possible. I took another step forward, reaching out to her. “Pamela, please. You are my daughter. I love you—” “Love me?” she scoffed, stepping back as if my touch was poison. “Don’t lie to me. You don’t love me. You love being queen, even when it’s clear you shouldn’t be…Dad told me everything.” “That’s not true… your dad is a liar, your Dad…” she interrupted just when I wanted to expose his affair.

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.

She moves further into the room, snatching the flowers from me, "Why do I have a feeling my daughter is the flower thief?" "Romeo is finally coming back from his stupid business trip tomorrow." I defend, following behind her when she begins to move to the dresser, "I needed to make something special to welcome him. You don't expect me to go all the way to that expensive florist when I have a beautiful garden just behind my window, right?" The corner of her lips twitches into a lazy smile as she opens up one of the miscellaneous perfume bottles on the table, spraying one of them into the flower bunch.

"And what if he already has?" Ceres slowly walked toward the pyre basin at the center of the room. The sacred flame flickered inside it—usually golden, but now tinged at the edges with strange violet. "She was never just a girl," Ceres said at last. "But she is still our daughter. And I am still her mother." "Ceres—" Maera began. "No," Ceres said firmly, turning to them. "We've cowered under prophecy long enough. Let the flame speak all it wants. Let Arion spread his poison. Let the traitors flee. But this house—my house—was not built to kneel before doom."

, she said extending her little hands from one end to another. I didn't know what to tell my daughter. she was still so little, how could I tell her that her father was forced to marry me, he was only with me because his parents chose me for him, he never loved me even after 8 years of marriage, I tried so hard for him to love me but he hated me more and more everyday. And now he has finally left me, what will I and my daughter do now. Maybe I should try looking for him to beg him to come back. I had no idea things would turn out this way. But I have a feeling there is a motive behind him leaving the house, I mean isn't it strange that he decided to leave after 8 years, deep down I know he i

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

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.

Rose substituted for his older wife at his firm's socials, bedding his other partners at the wife-exchanges. The relationship between father and daughter was both more complicated and more interesting than most. David was in his third marriage. His daughter Rose had recently given up on the shallow males and most females of her own age. David, his third wife and his daughter Rose all acknowledged some mutual sexual attraction, but had never acted on it directly. However, the three did share a bed, and they liked watching. Prompted by Samantha's suggestion, father and daughter crossed the border of incest and liked it.

The door opens and my father steps inside, looking furious. "What the hell is going on? It doesn't look like you two resolved anything from the look of things." "Your daughter is being defiant and difficult when all I did was offer to help her." "Is this true, Trisha?" "I can't marry him, Dad. I don't love him," "She thinks she's in love with Connor Mennetti," he says, ratting me out. I send another glare his way.