Stories About Fathers And Daughters Novels & Stories

Her voice seemed distant. "You sound sad. Shouldn't you be happy?" "I.." She paused. "I am happy, Hana. But you know about Dad. He started to flare up about what a useless shit we both were. An involuntary sigh escaped from my mouth. It is not our fault that our father failed at every business he started. The cafe he started when I was five is a success. Later he expanded his business into hotels and restaurants. There was a time when they all boomed and then came the time when they started to whither. He called himself a self-made man. I don't know why can't he get back on his own feet instead of using his daughters.

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

"Everyone, come take a look! This is the woman who incited her daughter to harm herself for money! She lost her job and her daughter was expelled, yet she's still hanging around! No wonder her man left her. A woman like her brings nothing but bad luck!" She grew more animated, now stepping forward to point at my daughter. "And this little liar! Raised without a father, she's already lying and cheating at such a young age! She's only gonna get worse when she grows up! I think she should be sent to juvenile prison!" "Shut your mouth!" My blood boiled, and I yelled. "I'll say what I want!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't want people to talk about it, don't do it, crazy woman! And t

Save me, Mom…" With one fluid smack, Eliza sent him flying. "Get away from me! I don't know this lunatic!" I walked over to Lucius, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you like calling people daddy? Well, the real one is here, so why are you so quiet?" Then, I turned to Joyce. "See? I told you he wasn't a reliable father, right? When it really comes down to it, there's no one better than your actual parents, don't you think?"

He has to be joking. No father can sell his own daughters. No father can turn them into whores so easily!! No, no. This isn't real. It's impossible. My father wouldn't do this, no matter how bad he is. Right? "Tell me you're joking! Please..." I begged him. I was crying. My hands were shaking around the phone. But his laughter on the other end told me the truth. He wasn't joking. He really didn't care about what would happen to his daughters. What kind of father was he?!

This is— "We have a problem." I jump. Cain's there, having followed me out. "You think?" I hiss. He grabs my arm, pulling me further down the hallway into an alcove where we can't be seen from the dining room. "I didn't know," he says quietly. "My father mentioned his new wife had a daughter, but he never said your name. Never showed me a picture." "This is so fucked up." "Agreed." We stare at each other. He's so close I can smell his cologne, the same one from last night, and my body is already responding to his proximity.

I tightened my hold on my trembling daughter, my voice ringing with fury. "Becca, how could you twist the truth in front of all these guests? Aren't you afraid of retribution?" She turned pleading eyes toward Robert. "Robert, Audrey still can't accept me. Maybe I should just take the children and leave the Langer family…" His face darkened, disappointment flickering in his gaze as he looked at me. "Audrey, I've spoiled you and Lucy for too long. If you can't discipline her as a mother, then I'll do it as her father."

"What kind of mother is that? She'd rather take care of someone else's daughter than come be with her son for one last time." Not long after, a news alert popped up on my phone. The headline read, "Packard Group CEO Takes Husband and Daughter to Amusement Park—A Role Model Wife and Mother." There were a ton of comments below the post. "She's the CEO of such a huge company, and she still makes time to spend with her daughter. Look at the limited-edition bag in her hand! I'm so jealous of her daughter!" "Wait, isn't this year's NCEE's top scorer, Miles Glover, the CEO's son? When did she suddenly have a daughter?"

“Been dreaming about this since the day you moved in.” He pounded deeper, hitting that spot over and over. My legs shook as i felt his long cock inside of me. Pussy clenching hard around him. Wet slapping sounds muffled under the blanket. “Gonna cum inside you,” he warned, voice breaking. “Fill my stepdaughter up while her mom sleeps right there.” “Yes cum inside me daddy“ I came first before i knew it. My pussy spasming, gushing around him, soaking his cock and the sheets.

Now she had a five-year-old daughter. A daughter with no father listed anywhere in her records. “Lucas.” I looked up. Ethan was studying me carefully. “What are you thinking?” I hesitated. Because saying it out loud sounded ridiculous. Then again, most things involving Natalie had sounded ridiculous over the last five years. “I think I need to meet her daughter.” Ethan stared at me. For several seconds, he didn’t say a word. Then he laughed. A full, uncontrollable laugh that made me wonder whether I wanted to fire him or punch him. Or both.