Good Father-daughter Books Novels & Stories

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

This is the end of The Bad Boy Has A Daughter. Firstly, I want to say a big thank you to everyone who read this book, dropped a review or a comment. It really helped me write this book till the end. Thanks to God who I believe in for the grace to write this book. The inspiration and his gift of life. I'm happy to finally finish this book. Thanks to my friends and family for their continuous support. And to you. For giving this book a chance. Now to the question on everyone's mind. Would there be a book on Ryder?

I didn’t want to love him anymore. When Flora heard this, she looked disappointed. She pulled my sleeve and said cutely. “Mommy, Daddy’s so good. He’s handsome and gentle. Why did you leave Daddy? A good man like Daddy is the best Daddy in the world. It’s not easy to find such a good man!” When I heard this, my face darkened. It was said that daughters would be closer to their fathers. It seemed that this was indeed the case. My daughter had only been with him for a few days, but she had already “betrayed” me so easily.

My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out of my chest the second Dad killed the engine in the very last row of the Drive-In. The neon marquee behind us flickered pink and blue across the windshield—Double Feature: Rebel Without a Cause & Giant—but all I could focus on was the way the truck’s leather seat creaked under us as he turned toward me in the dark. Mom was three states away at some corporate retreat until Sunday night, and this whole “father-daughter bonding night” had been his idea. Classic movies, greasy burgers, just the two of us under the stars. Innocent. Sweet.

Bryan’s remark annoyed me to no end. I was wrong about him. He hit on Mom, and it was not recent, either. Mom pushed me to the ground, the broken shard on the floor piercing into my back. An excruciating pain washed over me. Without looking at me, Mom cupped Bryan’s face between her hands. “Does it hurt, Bryan? Let me blow the pain away.” They made me sick to my stomach. Despite her years on earth, Mom lost all reason and turned against me, her daughter, for a man.

She let go of him. "Mommy! Mommy!" Her daughter comes dangling towards her with speed, while clutching a book. "Darling." She couldn't afford to tell her own daughter why she was crying, so she just smiled weakly, and stroked her daughter's hair. "What are you doing?" "Was getting myself busy." Zoey wanted to chortle at her daughter, who would have thought that her own daughter would have ended up this smart? Her daughter, Zara winged the large book into her face. "It's a good book!"

Dad froze completely. A chill seemed to climb from his feet to the top of his head. At last, he understood. The daughter who once secretly lit up over a single word of praise had disappeared. Mia Lawson had become a perfect, efficient academic machine. Dad's hand trembled. In the end, he turned and left. A suppressed sob escaped his throat. Dad locked himself in his room for a long time before coming out. His relationship with Ava deteriorated, too. Dad did not reflect on his own mistakes. Instead, he vented his anger at Ava with even more cruelty.

" I stood in between them trembling. Don't you ever speak to her like that! He sneered. "You can't stop me." My daughter, I said, turning to her. "Please, go to your room, baby. Everything's okay." Her eyes were open wide with hurt, as she looked at me and her father. "Dad?" "Go!" I pleaded, a little, and had to smile. After a pause of indecision she fled, shutting her door behind her. I swung around to Damien, anger and hurt swirling within me. "She's your daughter!"

"Everyone, come take a look! This is the woman who incited her daughter to harm herself for money! She lost her job and her daughter was expelled, yet she's still hanging around! No wonder her man left her. A woman like her brings nothing but bad luck!" She grew more animated, now stepping forward to point at my daughter. "And this little liar! Raised without a father, she's already lying and cheating at such a young age! She's only gonna get worse when she grows up! I think she should be sent to juvenile prison!" "Shut your mouth!" My blood boiled, and I yelled. "I'll say what I want!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't want people to talk about it, don't do it, crazy woman! And t

He told the daughter that she was also naughty. "Thank you, daddy. I will help you with your papers." She said. "Don't mind dear. You still don't know what's written on the papers. Study to learn to read, okay?” said the father to the girl. "Hurry up the food so you can take a shower and get ready." Father's order. "Yes. Daddy. Almost done on my foods.” she answered on her father. Grace had just finished. She just waited for the father and daughter to finish eating.