Father Daughter Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Look how long it took Catherine and Caitlin to find the right men.” “Yes, I know, but . . . I’m not the type of . . . person who . . . you know.” “No, I don’t know.” “You know . . .” she repeated uncomfortably. “Like affection and have . . . those type of feelings. You know. Romantic type feelings.” Her father laughed lightly. “Daughter, everyone has romantic feelings and want physical affection. Your issue is that you haven’t met the right man to bring it out of you yet.”

“Fuck me, Daddy. Claim me. Your cock feels so good—better than my fantasies. So much thicker. So deep. I touched myself so many times thinking about this exact moment. About you catching me and punishing me just like this.” “Fuck,” he groaned, the sound raw. He fucked me harder, the brutal pace making my tits bounce under the lace. Sweat beaded on his chest. His breathing was ragged against my neck. “You’re a filthy little slut for this. My stepdaughter spreading her legs in my bed, telling me she wants me to claim her pussy, her mouth, her tight little ass. You want Daddy’s cock in your mouth? Want me to fuck your throat until you choke and drool all over yourself?” He slammed in deep and h

nothing. [February 28, 2025] There's a girl in a group photo today. Her eyes... they looked like Charlotte's. I miss her so much, I start seeing her everywhere. [March 28, 2025] She called. For a moment, I felt alive again. But I ruined it. I said all the wrong things. I didn't mean to. I'll make it right next time. I will. [April 1, 2025] My daughter, Charlotte, is the best. Mommy will always, always love you.

Then, my mother called. She wanted to see me this morning at the mansion. I didn't want to go. I was still so angry. How could she not know the ladies' code? You don't date your friend's ex, and you definitely don't date your daughter's ex. It's an unwritten rule. A law. Even if she and Leo think they love each other, that kind of love is wrong. It's an abomination. A disgusting one. "It is very important, Maya. We need to talk," she said on the phone. Her voice sounded different. Tired. Sad, maybe. That was the only reason I decided to go.

" I stood in between them trembling. Don't you ever speak to her like that! He sneered. "You can't stop me." My daughter, I said, turning to her. "Please, go to your room, baby. Everything's okay." Her eyes were open wide with hurt, as she looked at me and her father. "Dad?" "Go!" I pleaded, a little, and had to smile. After a pause of indecision she fled, shutting her door behind her. I swung around to Damien, anger and hurt swirling within me. "She's your daughter!"

His grin grew sheepish and just as he averted his face to his other side, his eyes met the gaze of his beautiful daughter onward, engulfed in a black leather jacket, collar upturned to frame her face; looking as sexy as hell. In an instant, his libido began to fire for this woman just like how it used to whenever she was around him. He was used to this too, his manhood always standing at alert at just the thought of his daughter. It was so complicated. Many pretty ladies like his daughter out there were pleading and prepared to do absolutely anything just to have his dick buried bottomless in their vagina but strangely his dick yearns for his daughter, only his daughter. Liam forced his bulg

Eden asked. He didn't answer right away. His face had gone pale, as if the ghosts he buried had risen all at once. Finally, he whispered, “Valeska.” Roman stiffened. “That’s not possible. She’s dead.” “She was,” her father murmured. “Or so I thought.” Eden stared between them. “Someone tell me who she is.” Her father exhaled, slowly. “She was Lucien’s original partner—before even me. Strategic genius. Untraceable. Ruthless. She taught Lucien everything he knew. And when she disappeared, we assumed he killed her.”

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.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. Mommy would never let you live in a place like that." Then she turned and shot me a scathing look. "Colin, what the hell is wrong with you? You think I'd let my daughter live in that kind of place? You want her to end up as pathetic as you?" I couldn't understand how something done out of love—out of a father's devotion—could be twisted into something so cruel, so unforgivable. But I said nothing. Just swallowed it down and forced a smile. "Forget it. I won't transfer it."

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.