Fathers And Daughters Novels & Stories

A voice claimed, it was supposed to be a whisper but her voice was loud to one's hearing. “Isn't she the same wife of his son? Is it because the son had been arrested and has nothing that she moved on to the father? Women are so trashy!” Another added. “She has the guts to be dating a man old enough to be her father, what a shameless gold digger” Yet another voice said, I know they would continue bickering about it if nothing is said. I let out a bitter chuckle and clenched my fists slowly, tears threatening to drip again. What do they know? I never swayed him, he did! People enjoy spreading false rumors.

, I said, my lips almost tearing apart for smiling too hard. " You're welcome dear", mom said. " Mom?" " What is it?" she rolled her eyes, chewing what was in her mouth. " You're not dad". " Says who? I and your father are one", she said, mimicking the voice of the monkey priest in The Lion King movie. We burst out in laughter. The sound of laughter made the aroma of the pancake more pleasing.

The tension in the room thickened instantly, choking the air between them. “And you,” my father said, his voice colder now. “You made me believe you were just a spoiled, angry man. I thought you hated me because I wasn’t good enough for your mother. But all along, it was because you were screwing my daughter.” “Your fucking step sister!” Daniel didn’t flinch. “I understand your anger, Mr. Green. But things like this weren’t planned.” “You bastered,” my father snapped, stepping closer. “I always knew you were a psycho. And believe me you will regret having anything to do with my daughter.”

“If Rachel is such a good mother, then why don’t you go be her child’s father?” “Oh! You’re already Aileen’s dad, aren’t you? Back in the forest, you kept calling yourself ‘Daddy Carlson’ like she was your own.” “I told you a thousand times—I’m an Alpha. I’m the father of the whole pack! Aileen lost her father. What’s wrong with me looking after her?” “Are you the last male in Moonshadow Pack?” I used to wonder about it, so I secretly ran paternity tests on Carlson and Aileen—more than once. Every time, the result was the same. They weren’t blood-related.

Mark had no idea how it had happened, but he knew he was fucking his daughter in the ass. She struggled to be quiet as her asshole surrendered to the massive dick that was forcing it wide open, unaware that her father was now wide awake and enjoying every second of it. Tanya had fantasized about getting fucked by her father and had imagined she might see stars, but never like this! The pain was unbearable!

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.

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

Vincent asked. “Sorry for what?” I said, resting a hand on my still-flat stomach. “He made his bed. Now he has to lie in it.” “You’re right.” Vincent leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “The past is past. We have to look forward now.” I closed my eyes, feeling the warm Mediterranean sun. In my heart, I spoke to the sky. Dad, you can rest easy now. Your daughter is happy. A gentle breeze rustled through the olive groves, as if my father was answering me from beyond. And here, on this ancient land, a new chapter for the Moretti family was just beginning.

Like we’re not both standing knee-deep in rot. “I hate you…” “Darling, I hate you too but we’re bound to each other, are we not? You know very well my useless ass of a father specifically wrote in his will that if the heir doesn’t come from your fucking vagina, those multi BILLION worth of assets aren’t going to be officially given to me. How many fucking times do I have to explain this to you? When you do what we’ve agreed you’ll do, you’ll get your share and you can jump off a fucking cliff with your cheque in your hand for all I care. But for now, just fucking cooperate! Geez!”

My father was furious, realizing how Susan had deceived him, and embarrassed at having been duped in front of me. Fully awake now, Susan clutched her face, glaring at me with pure hatred. "Dad, she's the fake one! Don't believe her! Amber Tayson is a fraud—I'm your real daughter!" Susan stubbornly refused to accept the truth. Before she could finish, another slap landed, leaving both of her cheeks equally red. Watching the scene unfold, I couldn't help but feel that my father knew exactly how to handle the situation. … "Amber's last name is Tayson, which is only natural since her mother is Miranda Tayson. What's wrong with her taking her mother's surname?