Novel & Cerita Father Daughter Romance Novels

I chided. My Dad turned and gazed in my eyes, and my love for him jumped out and smacked him in the face. gud, if I weren’t his daughter, he’d fall head over heels in love with me in two seconds flat! The impact of that thought hit him like a runaway freight train! Not only was I pretty, despite his fatherly prejudice, but I was a warm and wonderful woman, too. In deference to me being his daughter, he kissed me lightly on the forehead. I felt so good in his arms, and tasted even better! He’d better be careful, or I’d arouse the lust that plagued him every night. Except that I was his daughter, and a father wasn’t supposed to feel lust like that.

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.

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."

It is all because of him and his safe and strategic plans that everything is going to hell. But no words come out. My vision slowly darkens, and invisible hands drag me under. I am so sorry, my little angel. ** A father's love is a source of inspiration, pushing his daughter to reach for the stars and pursue her passions. It's a love that believes in her potential and encourages her to be her best self. This love gives her the strength to overcome obstacles and embrace her true potential. In return, a daughter's love for her father is equally profound. She admires him, respects him, and cherishes the memories they create together. Their relationship is a tapestry of shared experiences, laugh

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.

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

My heart turned to ash. I looked Father in the eye. No sarcasm. No fight. Only the broken honesty of a daughter who had finally given up. "If it were Bianca dying," I asked quietly, "would you have made me give her my marrow?" His eyes flickered. Then turned to stone. "Why are you so fixated on pointless hypotheticals?" he said, "If she were the one who was sick, we wouldn't make you donate either. We have so many resources beyond your comprehension. We would certainly find a alternative suitable match."

My father has three daughters. “Ana, calm down right now. First, your father charged me with getting you out of there. He never told me who he thought I might be blood related to. But he made it clear to me that Tatiana and Dionysius were both the daughters of a stable master who’d been charged to teach the empress to ride. He didn’t know until recently for certain, but by then he’d claimed them as his and couldn’t take that back. You were an accident for the empress, and you are his only daughter. Look at you, you’re the female personification of him. Right down to the raging temper. Calm down, love. As for mating with my fated life partner, to save my life is a foolish idea. I did it becau

A soft, confident knock sounded on the door. “Alpha,” Natalia’s sultry voice called from the other side. “I know you’re in there, let me in. We need to talk.” Damien should have told her to fuck off. Instead, he unlocked the door. Natalia stepped inside wearing a tight crimson dress that left almost nothing to the imagination. The moment the door closed behind her, she smiled like a predator who had smelled blood. “You look like a man on the edge,” she purred, slowly walking toward him. “That little human ran off with your son again, didn’t she? Left you hard, angry and aching.”

There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable, get ready to wet yourselves, dream, desire for more like I did and have fun! Kindly note that FOR DADDY'S EYES ONLY contains absolutely filthy erotic stories that cut across dirty age gap romances, forbidden sexual intercourse, consensual and non-consensual rapey episodes, and hardcore taboo/young adult erotica. If you are not up to eighteen, this book is above your age limit, for mature audience only. Lila Monroe Williams *** BLURB I knew I was betraying my friendship with my best friend, Olivia, but I could not overlook the raging inferno of my own desires as her billionaire uncle, and godfather, Charles Davenport, v