Good Father-daughter Books Novels & Stories

nothing. [February 28, 2025] There's a girl in a group photo today. Her eyes... they looked like Charlotte's. I miss her so much, I start seeing her everywhere. [March 28, 2025] She called. For a moment, I felt alive again. But I ruined it. I said all the wrong things. I didn't mean to. I'll make it right next time. I will. [April 1, 2025] My daughter, Charlotte, is the best. Mommy will always, always love you.

“He desecrates the gifts you have given us!” My father pauses dramatically. I wait with bated breath. “Well? Did the Goddess save him and his son?” I ask exasperated, unable to wait a moment longer for the answer. My father hangs his head in disappointment. “The goddess never came.” He says quietly. “Why!” I demand. Good has to triumph over evil. That is the order of things. That is how the world works. “Our Goddess blesses us with many things. A wolf bound to our souls, the ability to shift, strength, power, a mate, and free will. That will can be used for good or evil.” He explains. He hands me a slice of watermelon. “Take a bite.”

He keeps smacking me with the book as he kisses me. I fight it for as long as I can—fight the seductive stinging against my ass, fight the mixture of arousal and alarm flooding me. Finally, my lips open, and I melt against him and let him plunder my mouth. He’s hard against my bare thigh, and that’s killing me. I want to rub myself against it, but that’s just not what a girl does to her Daddy. “I think,” Daddy says, “that you need to be punished—to know what a proper spanking feels like so you’ll know when you’re reading bad p**n. Don’t you agree, Cherise?”

Built-in bookshelves line the opposite wall, filled with old leather-bound volumes that Papa has been collecting since he was a child. My father has a deep appreciation for the classics and has instilled the same in his children. I remember running my fingers over the worn spines before selecting a novel, eagerly devouring the words on each page, and then sitting down with him to discuss my thoughts. We would spend an entire evening in the matching leather chairs with a fire roaring in the grate, cups of hot cocoa and a bowl of buttery popcorn on the end table between us. Those are some of my most cherished childhood memories of Papa. The best thing about them is that they have nothing to

The past month was her fattening the cow for slaughter. I had a deep yearning to run back to Sir, but it was too late. *************************************************************************************************************** Thank you for reading Her mother's daughter, Sarah's journey continues, and I hope you continue reading her story. Please drop your reviews it means a lot to me. God bless you all.

"Let's just forget it…" I refused quickly. A father-in-law and his daughter-in-law… it went against all reason. How could I ever face my son? Ariana pouted and cooed, "Mr. Edison, a real man owns up to losing a bet. No cheating now. I'm having you today, no matter what."

I couldn't stop a naughty chuckle that escaped my lips. “Daddy,” my daughter called impatiently with a cute scowl. I walked to her and carefully positioned the baby on her lap and sat beside her. “She looks like uncle Liam,” Rita observed, staring at her baby sister curiously. I smiled because it's true Allison took Liam's golden orbs and black curls which is a signature trait from my mother's side. “And like grandma,” I winked at Rita, who rewarded me with a toothy grin at the mention of my mother. Weird as it may sound, Rita adores her grandmother she has never met her. Christian insisted on us naming her after my mother and thanks to my uncle, Rita knows a lot about her. Not to mention to

“She’s President Zander’s daughter, you fool! The daughter of the most powerful man in this country! And you let her go?” The blood drained from Clinton’s face. “You could have the world in your hands but you threw it away. I brought Lydia to you because she is humble, kind-hearted, not like the leeches chasing after your wealth.” Grandpa’s voice softened, but his disappointment cut deeper. “She had no title when I met her, just a girl who helped an old woman cross the street. She even gave up her seat for me on the bus.” He exhaled. “And I only found out today who she was. Imagine my shame.”

She had a petite figure with a cheerful smile always on her face. Although she lacked the matured elegant aura her mother had, she was adorable in her own way. "Daughters are the pride of a family While sons are the strength and foundation "General Jiang always used to say that. "Xin Xin,let us have some tea" after watching her daughter, Lady Jiang asked Xin Xin. Both mother and daughter enjoyed their tea together. * * * * * It was evening. The sun beaming in crimson color, was setting in the western sky coloring the sky with various colors.

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say