Step Daddy And Daughter Novels & Stories

Rowan, understanding the unspoken plea, nodded as a sign of encouragement. "Stephanie took me to the amusement park, and we saw different children with their parents. So I told her that next time I'm coming, we can go without my daddy, and that's when it happened. She accused me of using my daddy against her because she doesn't have one. I tried telling her that Daddy loves both of us as his own, but she didn't believe me and left me alone in the amusement park," Stephanie explained, her voice carrying the weight of a child caught in the complexities of blended families.

“You are awake.” Darius clicked his tongue, “That’s not the best response from a father who just saw his son wake up after so many years. Man, you are a fucking asshole.” Stephan slapped him, and the girls gasped. Darius slowly turned his head straight, staring at his father. “You…” Tears glinted in Stephan’s eyes before he pulled Darius towards him and hugged him. Darius was a little stiff before he wrapped his arms around his father, returning the hug. Stephan cried, not caring about his reputation before the rest. He really missed his son for so long.

"He's the most handsome man ever. More handsome than our other daddy." As if on cue, their daddy strolled out on a wheelchair, his friend and soldier beside him, as they both prowled the halls with identical scowls on their faces. They had no idea how much they looked alike. "That's my daddy!" Tristan yelled, pulling away from me and to his father. "Damn girl, you got to hit that?" Stephanie remarked under her breath. I rolled my eyes, "He's really not all that." Stephanie gave me a look that spelled, "Are you crazy?"

That everything is fine. "Baby, go to papa and give him a hug," She slowly walk to Steven, unsure on what to do. "Hi... Dad," Stefanny said who was still shy while looking up at his father. Steven slowly knelt down. He took his daughter’s small hand while…tears? He’s crying. I can see the joy and pain in his eyes as he looks at Stefanny. "Hello..." his voice cracked… "my princess" Tears slowly pouring from my eyes while watching them.

“You’re a goddamn caveman.” “Ivy.” My voice drops an octave. “I’m your goddamn stepdaddy.” Her lips twitch. “Say it.” Her lips twitch. “Say it, or I’ll bend you over that table and make you scream it to the entire fucking city.” She bites her lip. Then finally, she smirks. “…Yes, Stepdaddy.” Fuck. That sound? That title on her tongue? It nearly ends me. To Be Continued...

Wren fucking Anderson. The daughter of the same bastard who tore my family apart years ago. Richard Anderson. He called himself an acquisition manager but all he was was a greedy and sleazy bastard. Gutted my father’s business, dragged our name through the mud. His crimes were so great that my father didn’t make it out alive. And here is his daughter. His precious, sheltered little girl, fast asleep in my bed. It’s like the universe placed her right in my grip like a sort of fucked up gift.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

"You liked me fucking you, didn't you?" "Yes, Daddy, oh, you have no idea," She screamed, getting rammed all through her orgasm. Her stepdaddy gave a few more quick thrusts before he tensed up and spurted his cum deep in her slick little pussy. He remained buried until she had milked his cock dry, then pulled away, dropping beside Stephanie in awe. "You... You wanted me to fuck you?" Steph grinned up at him, struggling to catch her breath. "For over a year now, Daddy, and every night after this."

After I spoke, my father seemed momentarily taken aback on the other end of the line, then his tone turned excited. "My darling, you've finally come round. In Silvermoon City, you can study and explore, and you can even look for a partner. I've already contacted Carlson Bennett from the Blazing Sun pack. He has a strong bloodline and is about your age, and you'll both attend the same academy. "Charlotte, it's not wrong to want romance. But the right person matters. Give yourself a new chance." Hearing my father's words made my tears flow again. In my past life, he had also tried to persuade me, but I wouldn't listen. In the end, I wasted my life away.

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the