Fathers And Daughters Novels & Stories

I’m grateful. “My father favored sons to daughters. He believed having a daughter was a weakness. My brother was the heir to his empire. Didn’t want anything to do with my father. My father had four other sons from other women, and he made them all fight for the company. Only to give it to the son who didn’t want it after he died. One of his sons I’m close to because he wanted nothing to do with my father and his mother was my mother’s best friend. The other three are still scheming behind the scenes to steal from my brother.” I explain.

Whatever news Father brought, I knew it spelled trouble for our village of Ferngrove. Guiding Father to the worn wooden table, Edina fetched him a cup of water, her steps echoing against the floorboards. Returning quickly, she handed him the cup, and we waited anxiously for him to speak. "Father, please," I urged softly, my concern evident in my voice. "Tell us what's troubling you." With a heavy sigh, Father met our gazes, his grip tightening around our hands. "My daughters," he began, his voice thick with emotion, "I fear I've let you both down."

My father sold me on a Tuesday. Not literally. He didn’t wrap me in brown paper and hand me across a counter. But when a man owes two million dollars to the kind of people who collect debts with pliers and blowtorches, and the only asset he has left is a twenty-four-year-old daughter with a smart mouth and a spine made of spite, the math does itself.

They said my mate had been demoted and that I needed someone stronger, someone worthy, not a weakling like Daphne. Their mouths moved and the words landed like stones I had to step over. Somewhere in the middle of their talking, my ears picked up one clear line. It cut through the fog and settled in my chest like ice. “That is where my daughters come in,” Elder Frey said, looking at me as if he had the answer to all things. “They are the best. They are perfect for you, Theo. I do not know why you cannot see how precious they are.” The rest of the meeting spun around that sentence. They all nodded, eyes bright with the same hungry hope. Fathers spoke of alliances and bloodlines. Men I trusted

Lysithea did not speak, but one could tell from her icy expression that she was on Hayley’s side as well. Under such circumstances, Faye felt even more anxious, almost to the point of tears. “Mom, Shaelyn, Lysithea, you should leave now. Go quickly. I’m not joking with you. My father is different from other fathers. He’s ruthless. He's…” All of them suddenly heard a light, airy voice coming from the corridor. “Sweet daughter of mine, how could you speak ill of your father after not meeting him for so many years?”

She also said Eugene had seen Ian as his biological father since he was a child, and she couldn't let anyone destroy everything they had built. Ian, however, had already tuned her out. He immediately hung up on her. The room fell into a dead silence. After a long while, he looked at me and said hoarsely, "I'll deal with her." I looked up at him calmly. "It doesn't matter who you deal with. It won't bring Mom back." Ian looked as if those words had nailed him to the spot. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't make another sound. … In no time, things spiraled out of control. Ian began to look into the money he thought he had given Mom and me over the years. The results showed that not a si

, Adrija said and Anisha pouted dramatically, "Mine is a girl. Agam will definitely forget about me. He will Cherish and love the baby more than he does to me" "Why are you talking about this?", Adrija questioned her. "Don't you know, daughters are the lovers of their fathers from previous life. My father loves me and dotes on me more than my mother", Anisha said as she licked the sauce of momos. Adrija thought deeply, "It's true. Papa loves me so much. He always forgive me. Never point out on my mistake. He dotes on me more than my brother". Suddenly her heart thumped as she looked at Anisha who was busy cleaning the plate with her tongue.

Bart said growling in Patrick's head. “It doesn’t matter that he is a shit as a father. The only important thing is that my father trusts Pete Thompson. “So?” Pete insisted. “Will you see my daughter?” “Daughter?” Bart asks again “You have two daughters, piece of shit !”but Patrick controls Bart so he can’t come to the surface and growl at Pete. “Shut up, Bart!” Patrick commands him. “I can’t, Patrick. Just look at him. He has two daughters, one is used as medicine and the other as a tool of interest exchange. He doesn’t deserve to be called a father!”

The daughter was not excited about her father's rescue but was terrified. 'This is not right.' Julien narrowed his eyes and lost himself in thought. 'Greta is afraid of Dallin. 'Dallin has done something terrible to Greta. 'What kind of terrible things could a father do to his daughter? 'Could there be such a father?' He believed such fathers existed but not in great numbers. 'However sick Dallin is, he wouldn't harm his daughter. 'Unless they are not father and daughter! 'Not father and daughter...'

"Oh, that's right. Mary left this in the bus yesterday. I wanted to return it to her today." I stared at the hair clip. It was the same one that I had clipped into her hair yesterday morning. Why? Why did everyone say that I didn't have a daughter? Why didn't Marilyn's records exist even in the police database? "Are you alright, Mrs. Lopez?" Oliver asked, looking at me worriedly. I shook my head. My mind was a mess. Just then, I recalled something important. "Oliver, your father…" Oliver's eyes dimmed. "He passed away a year ago," he murmured.