Sharing My Daughter Novels & Stories

When I was ten, my parents took their own lives after their business went bankrupt. With creditors closing in on me, my older sister, Giselle Fontaine, finally returned after years of being another man's mistress. She brought bodyguards, sold our parents' house, and used the money to pay off the debt. Then, she forced me into her car. "From now on, you're staying with me. There's still $800,000 in debt. When you're grown, you'll get a job and pay it back." I glared at her. "Why did you come back? Mom and Dad died because of you. Why couldn't it have been you instead?"

“I am safe. I am not with Jimmy. Tell them I love them. Tell them I did not forget them even when I went quiet.” “You went quiet too long.” “I know.” His mother lowered her voice. “There is something else. The other girl asked too. Jimmy’s girl. She is here some days. She hears the little ones say mama and she goes quiet. You need to come home and face all of it, not only the pretty part.” Lily-Rose’s stomach dropped. The other daughter. The one from the old chapters. Still in the family. Still asking, in her own way. “I hear you,” Lily-Rose said. “I will come. I need a little time.”

"You had visited somewhere with Christian after a long time. I thought you would be excited to tell me what happened there, how you guys enjoyed, whom you met" Mum is right. I always share everything with her. Before Ava, she is my best friend. But right now I'm not comfortable with sharing something like this to her. A mother can't take this like, someone touched her daughter inappropriately or all the shit that I don't wanna remember. "It was fun mum. But you know I know none of them there. So I was just…" "I understood. My super introvert daughter", she giggles. "It's yummy", I take a bite from our regular breakfast, veg sandwich.

How much older may she get it doesn't matter, to a father his daughter will always be a little girl who needs her father, her superhero. I have never imagined that my little girl is going through this much and she is not sharing anything with her superhero. It makes me sad and angry at myself for not talking to her more than I should. I should have stopped her from leaving this town, maybe I am selfish but a father is only selfish when his little girl is going away from him.

Sybil Park's POV A few years have passed. My daughter, Maximaze, and I have lived peacefully. She’s an enthusiastic child and with an innocent personality. It wasn’t her birthday but I wanted to give her a gift I knew she would like. “Mother! Mother! Mother! “ I heard my daughter’s voice, coming from outside our house. I automatically went out to greet her. She was breathless and obviously spent her energy playing. “Mother. . .“ she stuttered while gasping for breath.

Just reading the first words was enough to make a tear roll down her cheeks. "My little daughter, the youngest of all but my greatest blessing. You don't know me, but I know you. For the last twenty years, your mother, Mirella Harley, has been diligently sending letters and messages about your condition. In them, she told me about you and what you were doing, about your achievements, when you got sick, and about your dreams.

I recalled the moment we exchanged vows, the profound connection that bound our souls, and the joy that filled our hearts as we welcomed our daughter Athena into the world. Athena, my precious daughter, a beacon of hope and promise. Her laughter and innocence brought light to even the darkest of days. I marveled at the incredible journey that awaited her, the adventures and challenges that would shape her character. As a father, my duty was to guide her, to nurture her dreams, and to instill in her the same values that had been passed down through generations.

“I know you too well,” she said, trying to sound triumphant. But there was something behind the tone in her voice that told me she was sad for some reason. “What do you usually watch, then? Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who hates porn, because I don’t believe that for a second.” “Of course not,” she giggled, and blushed. “I watch movies and sometimes DIY videos on YouTube about how to upcycle old clothes and furniture.” “Hah. Interesting.”

said, I don't know what he is doing here and I don't care, I went back to my office and of course with my father following me behind —Where are my grandchildren? —Lucas is in college and Laura is in kindergarten. You can pick them up when they get out if you want. —My computer was slammed shut in front of me. —Is it a fetish you have for that kind of women? —Get out. My father gives up and leaves, if he couldn't handle me before, what makes him think he could intervene now. I thought Mey would be on time before I finished work, but she never showed up so I went home and when I went in I got the surprise of my life when I saw my daughter in the house, her cheeks were flushed, she was probably

"As a father of young daughters, I like to keep on top of what they're getting up to. I figured you're like myself in that aspect, and since my wife and daughters have taken a liking to your kid, I thought it best we meet so your mind can be at ease when she's here with us." "Thanks for thinking of that, though I had no worries on that score. Your family's reputation is above par. I couldn't be happier for my daughter to become close to yours. Maybe they can help break her out of her shell." "That's a possibility. I hear you have another daughter at home." "My stepdaughter Victoria, yes."