Fathers And Daughters Novels & Stories

I need to tell you what I've been doing in my father's pool house. Every Friday night for the past three months, while my dad hosts poker with his buddies and thinks I'm out at clubs with friends my own age, I'm exactly thirty feet away getting my pussy destroyed by those same buddies. Four men. All in their late forties or early fifties. All friends with my father since before I was born. All completely, utterly off-limits in every possible way.

“Oh princesss I’m so sorry that is totally my fault not Bella’s, I promise no body can take me away from you, I love you very much okay. And I’m sorry I haven’t been paying much attention to you but I promise to change.” “Ok” “How about tomorrow we cancel on mummy and go out for a little father daughter day hmm. Will you like that?” “Yes I will daddy we haven’t had our day in ages. Thank you.” She said all this smiling suddenly in a bright mood and hugging me. “Okay then it’s settled tomorrows father and daughter day. Now sleep and you can tell me all about the things you want to do tomorrow in the morning ok.” “Ok daddy, good night.”

Every time his hips slammed against my ass, the door behind me creaked. “My father is… ahhh… fuck… Jax…” I moaned softly, my fingers clawing at the wooden panels of the door, trying to find balance. “Someone… someone might come out. Stop…” “Let them come,” Jax rasped. He grabbed my hair gently, pulling my head back so I had to look at him, then plunged inside me even harder. “Let your father walk out and see exactly what his precious daughter does while he talks about his business deals.”

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.

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.

Esha scoffs. "You came to my home right in the evening Mrs.Esha Tiwari!" I said. "Esha VARNAV!" I could sense her rolling her eyes. "Fine, Esha Varnav" I accpeted. I don't really know why Daughters are so close and possesive about their dads more than their husbands. Even Aadhira was same like her back then. But first kids that too especially daughters recieve more love than sons. The way my mom and my dad loved Aadhira was priceless. At times they would even forget my existence in home. Aadhira was just enough for them. Those days!

Cindy replied. They communicated like I wasn't present in the room. "Alright," He took his phone and dialled a number. Silence ensued as he waited for the call to get connected. "Bring Randolph to me right now." He barked as soon as the call connected. "Yes, the same one." He replied. "Uncle, what about Zelda?" Cindy asked as my father prepared to leave. "The wolfless daughter of the omega?" That's what my father always calls Zelda. He never liked her and her never attempt to hide it.

The more you have of it, the more you have of everything else. Anthony Crosswalk, my father, is richer than God. Crosswalk Industries is a Fortune 500 company and it's his 'baby'. I freeze as I step through the threshold. "Meet your future wife son. Charlotte Daymond." I shouldn't have come back here so soon. My father ignores my death glare and simply looks at his gold Rolex watch. I gave it to him for his 42nd birthday, which was a few months ago. "Quick introductions would be pleasant Sebastian. Some people have places to be."

Ilang metro rin ang layo ng mismong hotel sa kanilang cottage kaya habol niya ang kaniyang hininga nang makarating sila. “I lost my daughter, miss.” Agap niyang saad sa babaeng receptionist. “Where is your surveillance system team?” Humarap ang babae sa kaniya, medyo nagulat. “This way ma'am.” Iginiya siya nito sa silid kung saan naroon ang monitor ng mga CCTV ng resort. “Anong problema, Dina?” “She lost her daughter, Kuya Maco.” “Ilang taon po ma'am?” Baling ng lalaki sa kaniya.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau