Father X Daughter Novels & Stories

She forgot who her father was in the first place before reckoning her puny method to work on him. “Although, I would definitely suggest you do something amazing to make your father proud,” Jehovah said with his brows up and his lips curled toward his daughter to get her to know he had his hope high and she precisely had to push her life into the fire. While father and daughter were fixing their intentions with their eyes, Alexander entered.

Their relationship is a tapestry of shared experiences, laughter, and meaningful conversations. The love between a father and his daughter is a precious gift, a timeless connection that weaves its way through the tapestry of life. It's a love that endures, transcending generations and continuing to influence her, even as she grows into her own. This love is a testament to the beauty of family bonds, a love that enriches and nourishes the human soul.

Xander approached us with his business associates and they greeted my father, he was one of the most influential men in this city so they bowed in respect. “It's good to see you father-in-law.” Xander extended his hand for a handshake but instead, my father pulled him into a hug. “Thank you for taking care of my daughter, she looks happier with you and she is glowing” He teased and I blushed as Xander chuckled at his comment.

His father's house loomed, a fortress of stone and secrets. Inside, the world narrowed to the soft glow from his childhood room. There, Cathleen, his wife, an enigma wrapped in silk, was breastfeeding their daughter. Bella, small and perfect, oblivious to the tempest her absence had stirred. The scene before him was perfect. A solitary tear betrayed him, a silent witness to the love that clawed at his chest, raw and relentless. As he turned from the threshold, a figure emerged, solid and imposing. "Xavier." His father's voice was rough as gravel.

I noticed that too on her Fàcebook page. Her father, Jack Fox, is a tall quiet man who wears round glasses. But even at his age, he's still fit with a nice body that looks great in expensive suits. The entire time, he just kept staring and observing me. Felt like I was under a microscope. "You are great for our daughter." He said at the end of the date. "Thankyou for bringing her back home to us." After the date, I was sure that they are not awful people. They are genuinely good people. And I wanted to reunite them with their daughter again.

“I don’t know that would have done as well as she did.” “Of course you would. You may be more like me, but you are still your father’s daughter. Your father refuses to fail at anything, and you are the same. For what it’s worth, I like her too. I think she’ll be a good mate to Xander, once he gets the courage to tell her,” she says smiling. “Leana, what brings you here?” my father says, walking in and kissing the top of my mother’s head, taking an extra moment to nuzzle her and take in her scent.

He was also shocked to see his daughter behaving like this with Xavier because she was always polite and gentle. "Hey, baby. I have been looking for you. How are you?" Xavier smiled and blinked at Amelia. Amelia gritted her teeth in anger looking at the imposter. "Honey, do you know Xavier from before?" Amelia's Father asked his daughter, surprised to see how Xavier was talking to his daughter. It was clear from his attitude that he knew her. "Of course uncle. We know each other very well. Your daughter has been a great help to me. I was looking for her to show my gratitude to your daughter. Finally, I found her," Xavier said with a smile, and Amelia fisted her hand in anger.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

His eyes were a piercing, icy blue—eyes that didn't look at her, but through her. "My father was a fool," Julian said, taking a slow step toward her. "He thought he could buy a piece of heaven to keep in his bed. But look at you. You’re just a girl with a pretty face and a black heart." He stopped just inches from her. He was so close she could feel the heat of his body, a stark contrast to the coldness of the house. He reached out, and for a terrifying second, Mary thought he was going to strike her. Instead, he took a strand of her hair between his fingers, his touch surprisingly gentle and horrifyingly intimate.

I shrugged, and Dad raised his hand to slap me, but Xenia stopped him. "You brat! Are you even my daughter?" He yelled once again and I sighed. "I should be asking you that, Father. Whose parents believe an outsider over their blood right away, without confirming the truth?" I questioned and he froze, while Xenia went pale. "Are you trying to say I am lying?" She immediately butt in and I smiled. "Yes. I didn't even touch you, you have access to the footage Dad. Please confirm yourself." I pointed to the phone in his hand, and he frowned, turning to look at Xenia, who began to scratch the back of her hair nervously.