Father Daughter Romance Novels & Stories

“That's nice. It's the truth anyways.” Father looked up at me, his eyes boring deep into the depth of my soul. Those dark eyes of his were intense which sometimes made me wonder how Annie fell in love with it. “You're right, I should be proud of my daughter for having an affair with that…” he let his voice trail as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Let's change the topic. I spoke with Kayla and she agreed for an alliance!” I squealed, waiting to see his expression. Father shut his eyes and laughed hard. “You really are Amelia Xavier, that lady was a hard nut to crack. Strange she agreed, she didn't really like you,” he exclaimed, placing the book carefully on the table and standing to give me

I didn’t want to love him anymore. When Flora heard this, she looked disappointed. She pulled my sleeve and said cutely. “Mommy, Daddy’s so good. He’s handsome and gentle. Why did you leave Daddy? A good man like Daddy is the best Daddy in the world. It’s not easy to find such a good man!” When I heard this, my face darkened. It was said that daughters would be closer to their fathers. It seemed that this was indeed the case. My daughter had only been with him for a few days, but she had already “betrayed” me so easily.

“I was trying to protect you.” “From what?” “From my family,” she snaps. The words hit like gunfire. Silence spreads like smoke between us. I stare at her, chest tight. “Your family?” She nods. And when she speaks again, her voice cracks. “My father’s name is Roman Vittore.” The name punches something out of my lungs. Because I know it. Everyone in the District knows that name. Even if they don’t speak it out loud. Mafia. Old money. Ruthless. Untouchable. And she’s his daughter. Of course she is.

Having gotten used to that by now, I had laid still until he was done, pretending nothing he did scared me even though my back was on fire. Unlike most fathers, Padre doesn't treat me as his princess much less Carina. If one of us does something wrong, he forgets who we are and takes his anger at not having a son on us. What sucks is that lately, I've been getting more punishments because Carina isn't around. After having enough of us, Padre packed our bags and sent us to different continents. That bitch Carina was lucky enough to end up in New York while I was shipped to London. Since I am the 'real' daughter, Padre concentrated on me more than her. God, I wish I never see her stinky face a

"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.

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

Angela said reassuringly. However, it was in vain. Helena remembered all the bad things Janet had done to her, even until the end of her life she never considered herself a daughter-in-law, this was the first time Janet said it proudly after Helena introduced herself to the public as the daughter of a billionaire. This world is indeed small and foreign. Will Helena continue to meet members of the Frazie family who Helena knows have so many connections from various circles, maybe even with the owner of the spa building? If not, what would Janet do there if there were no connections? Usually Janet would not come to a place she didn't know.

Damian tightly squeezed her, preventing her from fidgeting under him, repeating his question, "You didn't answer my question, did you get anything from anyone during this period? I feel your thirst." She turned her face away from him, gasping for breath from the failed liberation attempts. Her father brought a soldier to guard their farm and asked her to feed him, but she refused. She claimed that she was not thirsty and that she could wait any longer. She lied because she did not want to feed from that soldier for fear that her father would decide She married him after a while. Damian turned her face to him, forcing the union of their looks, repeating his question “No, I refused the choice

“I denied having my wolf.” Aliana grew silent, her eyelids lowered, covering up the depth of emotions rising in between her dark eyes. “Do you.. hate your dad?” she asked softly, combing down her daughter hair. Ana didn’t answer for a long time, once again remembering the scene from downstairs a while ago. She fidgeted, looking at her mother who also stared back at her. “If he is so capable of that warmth, that warm smile, that gentle and joyous affection..” Ana eyelashes moved down, suppressed tears coming out, her lips trembling.

Watching it now, watching the way even my father, a man who has never once in his life admitted fear of anything, goes pale and small in front of him, I finally understand that none of those stories were exaggerated. "Who," he says, quiet and lethal, "dares put my woman on her knees?" My father's voice shakes. "Your woman? That's my daughter. Daphne." He looks between us, confusion cracking through the fear. "Do you two know each other?" I stay exactly where I am, still on my knees, refusing to scramble in fear like the rest of them. Bianca smiles sweetly, adjusting her top, pushing her chest forward as she crosses toward him, breathy and practiced. "Mr. Macini. What a surprise. Can I get yo