Rules In Dating My Daughter Novels & Stories

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

If anything, the girl’s father had to teach her the value of taking breaks and rebooting her state of mind. “Aren’t you the one who just said you’re about to go cross-eyed?” His daughter smirked, admitting he was right. “Besides,” Larry went on, “when was the last time you went on an actual date? And I don’t mean you going out to the movies with Rachel and her brother.” “Pffff. Maybe when I meet a guy I can stand spending more than thirty seconds with.” “Hmm,” Larry frowned. “You spend more than thirty seconds with me.”

Perhaps I could sneak inside and look around properly or even take one of the toys, probably the dildo, and pleasure myself until I couldn't feel my legs anymore. The thought made my heart beat faster. Then I remembered Damien’s warning. His office was out of bounds. I sighed. Why did everything become more tempting whenever he told me I couldn’t do it? Before I could think any further, my phone rang. I looked at the screen. Dad. I quickly answered. “Hey, Jane.” “Hi, Dad.” “How are you?” “I’m fine.” There was a short silence. Then he spoke again. “Damien told me he punished you for breaking one of his rules.”

Dad is my homeroom teacher. He loves using me to assert his authority. He firmly believes that the more I suffer, the more the other students will fear him, which, in turn, gives him more authority. When I help my classmate pass an eraser to their friend, Dad slaps me in front of everyone until my face is swollen. When I sneak a bite of my friend's leftover chips after class is over, he drags me to the podium and pokes my lips with needles until I'm bleeding profusely. Later, the school's head of discipline, Mary Milner, catches a pair of students dating on school grounds. Dad insists that I'm one of the culprits. He doesn't even give me a chance to defend myself and drags me to the hallwa

He continued. “Rule number one; don’t you fall in love with me.” His eyes flipped up to me. “Crystal clear,” I said. “That would never happen.” “Good. That is the most important part, and that was why I made it the first rule. You can add your own rules when you are done going through them. When you are done, we can all sign and I will introduce you to my father.” “What about my child?” “I added nothing about her there because I do not know if you would want me to adopt her or not. Whatever decision you make regarding that is okay with me.”

"Anything but that. My favorite food from the day. The blood. The longing it was too painful to remember. That was what he was asking for." "Get me your best fries and chips." He told the maids, and they scampered to get dressed. Our eyes met. "Did I do something wrong??" "I have four rules, Ainsworth." I brushed the whole encounter aside. "First: Don't come up to my daughter's room without my permission. Second: No lingering, no touches, no intimacy between the both of us."

I explain the situation. “I'm lucky I don't have a daughter, you're already screwed, one or more babies will be a girl...” Dad says, laughing. “My daughter will never date her father, relax...” I say calmly, my daughter will always be a princess and she will only be allowed to date after I die, in other words, I will only die at the age of two, so I'm calm, I'll never need it. putting up with a lazy son-in-law, I won't even say what there are of lazy men out there.

I gasp at my mother and an evil smile is on her lips. "We're not together. Mum, no. Friends, just friends.” My mother laughs and squeezes my arm. My dad puts the paper down and points his finger at me. "I want to meet this Jake fellow. You know the rule. You can't date anyone unless I've met them." I laugh in disbelief and shake my head. I glare at my mother and she giggles like a naughty child. This is exactly what my mum would do. I roll my eyes and give her a peck on the cheek. My dad still points at me as I walk to the stairs.

Bailey's pov " Now you two, break it up. We will have none of that in your room." A stern voice reaches my ears and I instantly grow red, peeling away from Kaleb as though he had lit me on fire. Leaning against my doorframe and pushing the already ajar door wide open, stood my very stern dad. He crossed his arms, his eyes leveling with Kaleb who cleared his throat. " I may have given you the okay to date my daughter young man, but that doesn't mean I will have you two stay inside her room without some rules." He stepped into the room and stared at the two of us sternly. " Well her bathroom."