Step Daddy And Daughter Novels & Stories

Heat spread from that single point of contact, slow and dangerous, mixing with the leftover buzz from the shots. I looked at him—really looked. The sharp jaw, the faint stubble, the way his shirt collar sat open just enough to show the line of his throat. This was Dominic. My stepfather. The man who had sat through my high school recitals and fixed my flat tires without ever making it a big deal. But tonight his gaze wasn’t fatherly. It was dark and steady, like he was seeing me for the first time without the filter of family. “You’re staring,” I whispered.

“Damon, that's my daughter, Harper.” Damon didn't acknowledge me. In fact, he was already munching on his meal without getting a go-ahead from my father. Who was this man and why did he come off so disrespectful and rude? “Harper,” I gazed back at my father, in anticipation of telling me who the hell they were. “Meet, Taylor, my new wife, and her son, Damon, your stepbrother.” I froze. I found myself not moving for minutes, gazing at my father like a statue.

POV Gianna: “Alright ladies and gentlemen, please clear the dance floor for our father daughter dance.” The DJ says. I make my way to the dance floor and meet my dad in the middle. “daddy” by Beyonce comes on and my eyes start to glisten. My dad was the first man I ever loved. He taught me how to be a leader, he showed me what a good man should be and to never accept anything less. My dad showed me the love a man should give to a woman. My father has been extraordinary to me, I can proudly say with total conviction, that he is more than just being my father. He is my muse, my personal superhero, and my friend. The song is just about to end, and I see my mom bring Onyx to Rasheed. A smile tug

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.

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.

The old man said and smiles at me which I find now super creepy. Fuck! Even if he gives me all his assets I still don't want to be his boy for a month. I don't need his money. Until now, I still have the black card that Luciano gave me and I can use it and spend it whenever I want. I didn't use the black card though and instead of living like a rich kid, I did a part-time job as a waiter here in La Lena Cafe. I’m trying to live my life as simple as I can be. I want to experience a normal teenager’s life. I want to spend all the money that I really worked for. I don't know but I feel an insurmountable joy and happiness at the thought that I am using my hard-earned money and it's not coming fr

"Miss Morris, you have to leave." "Father_" My father stepped out of the door and the door shut with a deafening bang. What the hell was going on?