Novel & Cerita Good Father-daughter Books

but instead I just sat there, cursor blinking, while I thought about whether Gatsby would have let Daisy suck his cock or if that was too low-class for the East Egg set. By the time Mom texted to say she'd be working a double shift, I was already soaked through my panties. Be good for your father, she wrote. There's leftovers in the fridge. My father. She calls him that now. Your father. I almost laughed out loud. The house was quiet after that. Marvin was in his workshop in the garage, the familiar sound of sandpaper on wood drifting through the walls. I could hear him moving around, the scrape of a chair, the low hum of him singing along to some classic rock station on his old radio.

"What did you find me? Am I a man who sells his daughter to save his company? I had many upside-downs in my life, and I could survive them. I will find a solution for this one excessively." Pride and love filled my heart for having such a father. Once upon a time, I heard that girls who have good fathers go to heaven, and it was true. My father was my Eden, the shoulders I could place my head and feel peace. "How?" Melissa Frenzied and shrieked. Her voice brought a dangerous silence to our house, and I felt the chill that skittered through my spine. "So you're willing to let your own daughter marry that monster because of your pride? Edward?"

“Oh, sweetheart. Every man plays tricks. The good ones just make you think they don’t.” “Why are you hiding from Isaiah?” Sasha asked. “That's grown-up business, my dear,” Dad said smoothly, and Sasha curled her lips in disgust. “I'm grown up, Dad. You two need to stop treating me like a kid.” “Go outside, girl. Your sister and I have something to discuss-” “No!” Sasha yelled, folding her arms. “Please, Sasha,” I said, pleading with my eyes. She mumbled 'fine’ and walked out. “She always listens to you and never me,” Dad spat. “If I wasn't there when Marie had her, I would think she wasn't my daughter,”

“Mommy’s not bad. And neither is Daddy.” When he had his sons, Night and Loud, Heath always marveled at how mature and curious they were, asking endless questions until they understood everything. But his daughter, Anya, was another story entirely. If she didn’t get it, she’d simply move on, chasing whatever else caught her attention, leaving her father in the dust. Yet Heath, ever the “daughter-dad,” adored her every whim. No matter how clever his sons were, they didn’t have the same effect on him; Anya could practically dismantle the house, and he’d just build her a new one with a smile.

The way he warmed up to me made my heart melt, and the unease I felt moments ago, vanished me as he introduced everyone present to me in the fun yet most interesting way possible. His daughter, Nova, had the trait of making one feel comfortable just like her father because the moment she saw me, she was grinning from ear to ear, checking me out, and giving me the most compliments I had ever heard. “You don't know how happy I am to finally see a lady my age around the pack house,” Nova said, asking me to sit beside her during dinner so we could get to know ourselves.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

"Dad, these are the books I've been reading recently. They are all popular novels right now. The writing is excellent, and the plots are quite surprising. I thought I'd bring them over for you to have a look." "Forget it, these are the kinds of books you young girls like to read. I'll pass." "Dad, you should keep up with the trends too. I'll leave these two books here, and if you have some free time, you can take a look." Diana took the books from her arms and placed them on James's desk. Then she made a quick exit. The books she had chosen were all high-quality works in the realm of LGBTQ literature. Hopefully, this time her dad could appreciate their "charm."

She would most definitely get embarrassed knowing what her son does in bed. And it’s certainly not something I can say about her dad in a teenager’s earshot. As if conjured up by my thoughts, Regina comes into view, carrying five thick books in her arms. She grins at me. “Hey, Lucia!” “Hey.” I peer at the books that she’s carrying. “What on earth have you picked up?War and Peace?” “No! I found that you have Robert Jordan, and I remember Dad saying that he used to read him a lot when he was my age.”

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

“Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.” I was so excited to meet my daughter. Andrew led the boys into the room once she and I were cleaned up and decent; Jacob crawled up into the bed beside me while Neil stood next to his father. We all looked at the little blessing. Jacob spoke up, “She has white hair.” I smiled; this must’ve been what she meant. I haven’t had a chance to tell Andrew about what happened to me, but he didn’t ask questions or anything; instead, he looked to our son and said,