Good Father-daughter Books Novels & Stories

A flicker of shame crossed her face, but she continued, “You said that I was trying to hurt our daughter. “Fine! Let’s say you weren’t thinking straight. Before your tire was slashed, I called 911. Kai here was kind enough to help expedite things. He came to the hospital because he was worried, and you pushed him! “Now, you’re telling the doctor about ‘suspicious exposure’ and dragging him into this?” With every word she spoke, the few waiting family members and passing nurses glanced our way more intently. “Is the dad having a mental breakdown?”

The year my younger brother, Leo Mercer, comes into the world, I instantly turn from the apple of Mom and Dad's eye into a ghost. I remember how Mom used to stay up all night out of guilt just because a mosquito bit me. However, later, when Leo knocks over a pot of boiling water and leaves my back covered in blisters, her only priority is telling him not to blame himself. When I was 17, a fire accidentally breaks out at home, and Mom and Dad immediately carry Leo out of the house. I'm left behind and nearly burn to death before Mom and Dad finally remember they have a daughter. Even though I'm ultimately saved, I end up with a four-inch scar across my abdomen. Mom and Dad hold my hand

She had promised me that no one in the Silver Moon Pack would ever overlook me again. Yet I had chosen to hide in a storage closet and sleep on a planting bed in the conservatory rather than ask my family for help. “So Ivy was telling the truth.” Mother turned toward Brielle, her fingernails digging into her palms. Father crossed the corridor and slapped Brielle across the face. Adrian released her, and she fell against the wall, one hand covering her reddening cheek. “She was your sister,” Father said. “She was our daughter. We gave you everything. Why did you still need to hurt her?”

It is all because of him and his safe and strategic plans that everything is going to hell. But no words come out. My vision slowly darkens, and invisible hands drag me under. I am so sorry, my little angel. ** A father's love is a source of inspiration, pushing his daughter to reach for the stars and pursue her passions. It's a love that believes in her potential and encourages her to be her best self. This love gives her the strength to overcome obstacles and embrace her true potential. In return, a daughter's love for her father is equally profound. She admires him, respects him, and cherishes the memories they create together. Their relationship is a tapestry of shared experiences, laugh

“Yeah. When I was young, my dad pushed me hard to become the perfect Alpha. Training, everyday he was relentless. I never had a normal childhood.” I sat slowly beside the mess of books, listening closely. “But my mom…” he continued, his voice softening. “Every night, no matter how bad my day was, she’d read me a bedtime story. She said it was to remind me that I was still a kid. Soon I turned into my father's robotic son, I resented the books and said the stories were lame. But…” He glanced at the book in his hand. “Now they’re the only good memory I have from back then. Somehow, reading them gives me that same warmth. Just… for a little while.”

I stood in the doorway, watching as Ellis hugged Ken and started talking to him, asking how he was feeling. Ken smiled a little and asked Ellis to read him a story. I kept several of Ken's story books in my bedroom for the nights he wanted to sleep with me. Ellis dug through the pile and grabbed one. He sat on the bed beside Ken and opened the book. My heart melted when Ken leaned against Ellis' chest, getting completely absorbed in the book. Ellis used funny voices for the characters and everything. Together, they were so obviously father and son. I clasped my hands over my heart and wondered what damage I was doing, keeping Ellis and Ken apart. Ken needed a father.

I dared to move forward, raising my chin and taking my lower lip into my mouth. His jaw clenched, and he swallowed for the second time. I fought the grin that threatened to play across my face and closed the space between us. My nipples, hard and aching, pressed against his wet, tailored suit, and I shuddered. “Why don't you want me doing things like this? Do you not like it?” He tore his gaze from mine and straightened. “It's wrong.” “Because I'm young?” “Because you are my best friend's daughter.”

“Why do you not go and read along with her? she i s your sister and I am sure she will gladly share with you.” “But, I can't wead well and I'm embawassed” confessed the boy t o his father. Dominik giggled, h e looked at Aháva and saw the book i n question. “What are you reading honey?” The man asked his daughter. “Red Riding Hood” answered the girl, without even looking at him.

The title made to look as if it was written in lipstick was "Daddy likes it rough!" Ever since Michelle had showed me a book she'd found in her mother's closet entitled "Daddy's good girl" I'd been obsessed with not only daddy daughter fantasies, but most of that book the fathers had been rough on their naughty little girls and I had cum multiple times to every story. I had never thought of rough demeaning sex, but those bad girls being taken like that had me dying to be one! Michelle had been appalled, maybe because it was her mother's and tossed it into the trash. When she left the room to go to the bathroom, I'd snuck it home with me and been hooked ever since.

The title is just being passed down through the generation and all of them are either successful in their own way. “ Dad.” My voice echoes through the study room while my father is busy scanning some folders. He looks at me for a moment before he stops me from talking. Scattering my sight through the study area, I have noticed the tall bookshelves about politics and it scares me. The thickness of those books will consume almost half of my life if I ever decided to read those. “ W-Why did you call me?” I asked him before stepping at the side, nervously watching him. This version of him is my least favorite. When dad is quiet, it’s either he solved the problem or he’s doing something that will