Father X Daughter Novels & Stories

He just nodded at me calmly and said, "Hi, I' m Xavier' s father." I waited for him to say more, but didn' t. It was Xavier' s mother who came out to speak for him. "Haha, Xavier looks like me and has a personality like his father." As far as I could observe, what she said was true. Both of them, father and son, are serious and silent types. Within a few days, Xavier' s father went on another business trip around the world, leaving me and Xavier' s mother in the house. I was able to live a comfortable life, and my health became very good under her scientific guidance.

I went and pulled his hair, making him look straight at me. "What do you mean by destroying my life?" I spat. "It's simple, isn't it? I fcked your father's wife. My son fcked your sister, and you know what?" he said, smiling at me, and continued. "My daughter fcked his son. I am fcking proud of her!" he finished. My mind raced through his words. My daughter f*cked his son! He had a daughter? And she had sex with me.

When the message was sent to David, a beautiful smile crept on his face as he excused himself and went for his soon to be wife. ******* Moment later, Xander saw his pregnant wife walking to him. Xander's father was the one holding Kate hand and lovingly handed her to his son Xander. "Son, I hand over my daughter to you. Make sure to love her and protect her at all cost. Or else, I will break your legs for you." Kate wanted to cry. The love Xander and his parents has been given her is more than she could possibly asked for. Xander's father opted to walked her to the aisle because Kate didn't have a father.

Ana pursed her lips, revealing a dot on her cheeks, as she chuckled in quiet mockery, “Whose father will skip their daughter's birthday if they dont know they have another daughter outside?” “I–” Ana finally looked at him, dead in the eyes. Those dark with a hint of emerald hue, identical to his own, met his gaze without a flicker, “Can you do it? I won’t bother you with my other birthdays in return.” “I won’t need you to be present anymore.” “Father.” That single word at the end made Lancer chest tighten, feeling some difficulty breathing as he quickly dismissed his daughter's words in a panic. “Nonsense.”

"Father? How long have you been here?" Erick chuckled, he walked over and patted his only son on the shoulder. Although not from his flesh and blood, Xander is the only child he considers his flesh and blood. "Enjoy it if you're happy son. Dad went back to work first, and dad found someone who can restore memories with rituals. Meet dad later and take the girl!"

I hand him a cup of brewing hot rose tea and watch him scrunch his face in disgust but take it and sips nevertheless. “Well my daughter in-law must have a full fill of her husband. What do you expect an old woman to tell you?” A chuckle escapes my lips. “I missed you mother. I missed you a lot and felt it wise to come see the most important woman in my life.” Xander acknowledges settling in for a brief hug. I also took his hands away in style to watch him smile wholeheartedly. His smile melted my heart further. My son. He outdid himself walking in his father’s footsteps and deep down I’m proud to be the mother that birthed a man as he.

“Three times today, princess. Filled this tight little cunt while he was texting you like a worried puppy. He was right outside that door, and you were in here naked, legs wrapped around Daddy, whimpering as I came inside you again. How’s that feel, baby? Knowing your man’s hunting for his sweet girlfriend while she’s dripping his father’s load?” “Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his

Signed already. Italy. Sicily. “Where?” I asked. My voice surprised me. It was steady. “Sicily,” my father said. “You will go to Sicily.” My mother made a sound that was neither a cry nor a scream. She reached for me, but my father shoved her aside without hesitation. She hit the wall with a dull thud and slid slightly before catching herself. I stood. That was the moment I stopped being a daughter. I crossed the room and helped my mother up. Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough.

"What's going on, daughter?" I enter, opening all the doors until I reach my father's office, where he looks at me, surprised. He even stops talking to his visitor, who turns around, and, of course, as expected, it's X. I approach the two and stare at X and then at my father, serious and straightforward. "What is he doing here?" "Hello, my daughter. I'm fine, and you?" my father demands good manners from me. "Does this man live here now?" I ask, pointing at X.

I yelled "Don't you dare talk to me like that!" He yelled "Why? Why are you trying to keep me from seeing him?" I asked "I'll be damned if my daughter dates the fucking don of a mafia. I try to keep you out of the mafia and all you want to do is fuck the don like a slut," dad said "Dad," Felix said I looked to see Corey was holding my daughter who saw and heard everything. I looked at my father in disbelief. He called me a slut.