The Father And The Daughter Novels & Stories

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

When he turned his gaze at me again, his eyes were already red-rimmed. “Willow, let me see Artie just once. I’m his father after all…” I gave a scornful smile and blocked his view. “But our son doesn’t want to see you. “Ever since you missed his last birthday, he has never wanted to see you again.” I shut the door, leaving him with one final remark. “Logan, you don’t deserve to be Artie’s father.” He called out my name and Artie’s over and over again until his voice broke into sobs.

"No, you don't understand! You don't fucking understand! You abandoned me! You abandoned me for years, and led your little perfect family, and now you want me back? Now, you suddenly remember you have a son somewhere? After all these fucking years! You're crawling out of your home to tell me I have a fucking father somewhere?" "Hey! Don't talk to him like that!" The daughter says, stepping forward with a scowl on her face. "I don't know who the hell you think you are to come in here, and yell harsh words at him, but I will not stand by, and watch you treat my father like that!" "Delilah, you don't have to, " the man starts, but the daughter holds a hand, halting his words.

"You should get used to him baby doll. He is going to be your father-in-law and he's one of the best men I know. You know I only choose the best for you." "But Dad, you chose his son for me." I point out the obvious. "Of course I did silly girl. What I'm trying to tell you is that a good man will raise a good man. That's all." "Alright Dad. When do I get ready?" "I'm sure Anthony will text you the details." "But he doesn't have my number." "He's highly resourceful and influential. I'd be surprised if he didn't already have your number." That sounds wrong on so many levels, but I let it be.

"No. It doesn't. I've been exercising so I'm fine." Cilia's voice was so soft, it was almost angelic. I had a strong urge to know everything about her and not just because I needed to find out infirmation about Hell. "I'm sorry Cilia, I have to go back to work. Darling. But I promise, I'll be back." The father said after glancing at his watch. He kissed his daughter on her cheeks and said something to the redhead neighbor who also happened to be a nurse and kissed her cheeks too. They stared at each other a little longer than normal before He walked away.

And he jumped forward, pointing an accusing finger at Rick. "But if you hurt her then I'll retract the blessing and give, in its place, a good punch that'll knock you straight into the afterlife. Okay?" Chuckling at the man, Rick nodded his head, turning to look at me as he leaned down to peck the top of my head. "Now that that's done with, how much longer must a father wait before his daughter finally hugs him?" My father asked, outstretching his arms as he waited for me, and he didn't have to wait for long as I laughed, running into his arms.

"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.

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

Vincent asked. “Sorry for what?” I said, resting a hand on my still-flat stomach. “He made his bed. Now he has to lie in it.” “You’re right.” Vincent leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “The past is past. We have to look forward now.” I closed my eyes, feeling the warm Mediterranean sun. In my heart, I spoke to the sky. Dad, you can rest easy now. Your daughter is happy. A gentle breeze rustled through the olive groves, as if my father was answering me from beyond. And here, on this ancient land, a new chapter for the Moretti family was just beginning.

family. Fortunately, my part had finished quickly. Then I just stood on the side, watching those who actually enjoyed being here. I saw my father—the quite handsome, blue-eyed brunette—embrace his favorite daughter. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. The picture seemed so genuine something in my chest clenched.