Father X Daughter の小説・ストーリー

Atleast he didn’t leave my father out to die. “How are you my girl? I hope he’s not hurting you. I promise, I’ll work towards raising the money so we can be together as a family once more again.” My Dad said as he stroked my cheeks. “I’m fine Dad and he’s not hurting me. Atleast he hasn’t so far.” I said, glancing back to look at Xavier. “I’ll give you guys some privacy to talk. But I'd like to let you know that your daughter is already mine for a year so do with this information what you wish.” Xavier said as he left the room.

Looked at Jason, who was playing with his daughter, Madison said grumpily. “A heartless bastard! Why don't you care more about your son?” "People say that father and son are natural enemies? Is this true?" “Then what about the relation between father and daughter? It seems that the heartless little girl is much closer to her father than to me.” Madison grumbled.

I tightened my hold on my trembling daughter, my voice ringing with fury. "Becca, how could you twist the truth in front of all these guests? Aren't you afraid of retribution?" She turned pleading eyes toward Robert. "Robert, Audrey still can't accept me. Maybe I should just take the children and leave the Langer family…" His face darkened, disappointment flickering in his gaze as he looked at me. "Audrey, I've spoiled you and Lucy for too long. If you can't discipline her as a mother, then I'll do it as her father."

Now she had a five-year-old daughter. A daughter with no father listed anywhere in her records. “Lucas.” I looked up. Ethan was studying me carefully. “What are you thinking?” I hesitated. Because saying it out loud sounded ridiculous. Then again, most things involving Natalie had sounded ridiculous over the last five years. “I think I need to meet her daughter.” Ethan stared at me. For several seconds, he didn’t say a word. Then he laughed. A full, uncontrollable laugh that made me wonder whether I wanted to fire him or punch him. Or both.

Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said. My distraction gave me a cut in my hand. Mom grabbed some paper to patch me up. “W-Who’s the father?” I stared at Mom, my voice trembling. Mom’s grip on me stiffened. She said embarrassedly, “Bryan.” Emotions overwhelmed me. I pushed Mom away. Here I thought they were fooling around. The last thing I expected was a pregnancy. That explained Mom’s reaction when she saw me and Bryan in the room. She had fallen in love with Bryan as well.

I looked beseechingly at my father. "No one knew you have a daughter, Ex-Beta. I bet even my father didn't." He barked, clearly angry. I let out another tear, feeling more terrified than before — being held by my so-called mate was bad enough and his tone wasn't helping. "I'll explain everything, but first let her go. That's not how your mother raised you, Xander." Dad shook his head. "Do you think your father would be proud?" Xander. I was suddenly shoved forward, and with a yelp, I crashed into my dad's warm embrace.

I repeated, "Fuck your daughter's tight little cunt!" As I continued to buck against him I felt my orgasm start to come up over me. "I'm about to cum, Daddy! Make your sweet little princess cum on your hard cock!" I screamed as I pressed both my tits hard into his chest and kissed him again. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths as we shared a passionate kiss as father and daughter.

Still groggy, Susan looked at me with confusion, clearly not grasping what was happening. "I'm your daughter, Dad." As soon as the words left her mouth, a loud slap echoed in the room. Susan was knocked to the side. When she sat up again, faint handprint marks were visible on her face. "How dare you continue lying to me! You're nothing but a gold digger! I spent over a hundred million on houses and cars for you. Now, you're going to return every bit of it!" My father was furious, realizing how Susan had deceived him, and embarrassed at having been duped in front of me.

I added, my voice taking on a softer tone. My father's expression turned stern. "Sarah, Xavier is not good for you. He's too old for you. You deserve someone your own age." I laughed, a hint of bitterness. "You're one to talk, Father. You replaced Mother in record time." My father’s face reddened. "That's not fair, Sarah. I'm trying to start anew. And I know Xavier deserves that too, but not with you...my daughter." I leaned forward, my eyes locked onto his. "So what's the difference if he starts anew with someone else or me?"

Father and son released their grip on one another. “Of course, I’ll be up soon.” Marc grabbed her wrist as she passed to lay a kiss on her forehead before he let her leave, she giggled and smiled at him, a confident bounce to her step. Marc smiled to the door until it closed. Marc’s posture sagged, his smile vanished. “Son?” Xander asked in confusion while Marc leant against his desk. “She’s strong, dad,” he breathed, concern dripping from his words. “Does that worry you?”