Novel & Cerita Good Father-daughter Books

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

We had gone a few meters away from the bar when I decided to ask her about the book she had with her. The moment I asked her, she clutched it fast to her chest as if some precious jewel was inside there. Then she answered me, "It's just my father's appointment book. He forgets a lot, so I have to pen everything down and remind him of his next events. Other than that, it's something that brought me closer to my dad who used to be so occupied by work that he seldom had time for his daughter. Now, it keeps me close to him all the time. And now I can tell you that we're the best father-daughter duo I've seen all my life." "That's beautiful," I said to Ashley, seeing the way that everything she s

When I was fifteen, my father brought home the daughter of the man who had once saved his life. He told me, "Stella, Hazel is your sister now. You need to be more understanding with her." From that day on, everything I had became something my father could freely give to Hazel. I cried and asked him if he no longer loved me. But he stroked my head and reassured me, "I am only doing this to repay a debt. Don't worry. I'll leave all my assets and the company to you." It was not until I graduated from college that I happened to overhear Hazel sweet-talking my father. "Dad, I like Julian. Could you get Stella to break off her engagement with him and let me have him? "Besides, Stella didn't

Mark “What is this place?” Susan asked me as we walked into the private study that stood by itself in my father's old house. I used to come here when I was a lot younger to play with my father or whoever I thought was my father. He would put me in a corner after hours of running around his large study and place a book in front of me. “You are what you read, son,” he would look at me, his eyes filled with love, “and if you read nothing, you will become nothing.”

It's easier that way. "Okay. No more bikes, Dad. I promise." I don't mind calming his over-protectiveness because he doesn't deserve to have any more stress in his life. His broad shoulders relax again and he gives me a smile that lights up his face and softens his eyes. It's the smile that's reserved for me and my mother, and it makes my heart melt. My father is an incredibly beautiful man, possessing the kind of good looks where women will actually stop and stare at him, eyes wide, mouth parted, heart pitter-pattering.

Readers of "Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return", Your dearest author would like to announce that I have turned this book into a series. I have written all the stories of Ethan's and Sam's children. To read the rest, simply search for the books below. Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story)

Lucian gently squeezed my hand, silently urging me to let go, to embrace the healing we were all stepping into. The morning unfolded in quiet laughter and stories. My father told the girls about silly childhood adventures, about my stubborn streak, and about the lessons he hoped they would carry forward. The girls asked questions—some profound, some innocent, all sincere. Aria asked about courage, Arianna about love, and Arian about kindness. Each time, I watched my father answer with thoughtfulness, his words carrying the weight of experience tempered by newfound humility. And as I listened, I realized something remarkable: we were all learning from each other, even after years apart.

As such, Mom went to work as a helper for a rich family. Mom was beautiful and was often subjected to harassment by her employer. She came home crying and left for work in tears. Dad never stood up for her, only saying, "Life isn't always what you want it to be." Thus, she learnt how to keep her head down, resulting in her current demeanor. Yet, Susan's back was perfectly straight, her head held high. That was because Dad was the source of her strength. At the secondhand luxury store, I dealt with wealthy clients and naturally had connections. A quick check revealed everything. Dad wasn't just rich; he was powerful, too. He was the Broadcasting Corporation's elusive boss.

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.

The door behind him was thrown open, giving a clear view of Jillian and Maisie scuffling with each other. "I won't let you get what you want!" Jillian screamed at the top of her lungs. "Every woman who seduces Daddy must die! Daddy belongs to me and me alone! No one can take him away from me!" Fresh blood flowed down Maisie's leg. She grabbed a fistful of Jillian's hair and ruthlessly slapped her behind. "It's no wonder your mother looks like she's seen a ghost every time she looks at you. You little beast! Not only does your own mother hate you, but your father despises you too!