Novel & Cerita The Father And The Daughter

My daughter, Jillian Hamilton, viewed me as a love rival since she was a kid. Every time my husband, Kelvin Hamilton, and I attempted to engage in bedroom activities, she'd rush into our room to split us up. "You slut of a mom! Stop seducing my dad!" When Kelvin placed some food on my plate, Jillian wept loudly while climbing up the rooftop. "I'll jump off the building right now unless you stay away from Mom, Dad!" Even when I was putting on makeup, Jillian would mock me incessantly. "No matter how much you doll yourself up, an old hag like you can never compete against me." Later on, Kelvin got caught cheating on me with another woman. I was worried that Jillian might get bullied by her new stepmother, Maisie Ferrera, so I did everything I could to fight for her custody. But Jillian splashed me with sulphuric acid hysterically. "You can forget about separating me and Dad! Dad can only be mine!" Noting how pitiful I was, the omnipotent being decided to give me a chance to get reborn. This time, I give up on Jillian's custody without hesitation. "From now on, I just want to stay as far as I can from Jillian!"

I fell for my Boyfriend's Billionaire father, I know what you are thinking, "How could you?". You probably would if you met him too, Ethan is everything a woman could ever want, hot, rich, extremely good-looking with a banging body. There is only one problem, maybe I could say two; He is 20 years older than me, and my ex-boyfriend's father. ****** Emily finds herself in a rollercoaster of emotions as she falls for her Ex's father, a rich billionaire with a crazy son and an even crazier ex. Despite the challenges, Emily tries hard to be with Ethan against all odds. However, little does she know that there is a secret that Ethan is hiding from everyone, and it may just be the one thing that could make it all crumble

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

After my boyfriend of five years dumped me for another woman, I made one reckless mistake. I spent the night with a gorgeous stranger. The next morning, I discovered he wasn’t a stranger at all. He was my ex-boyfriend’s father. Now my ex wants me back, his fiancée wants me gone, and the one man I should stay away from refuses to let me go.

Ever since I tied the knot with Connor Steele, he ditched his playboy ways and cut off all his side flings. Everyone thought I had him wrapped around my finger, with our perfect little family. But that all came crashing down on our ninth anniversary when I accidentally saw his group chat with his friends. [Connor, how was that Bentley ride with Ashley yesterday? Pretty wild, huh?] [We tried every spot imaginable. She's totally obsessed with me and can't get enough.] There was a steamy photo of them attached, and the group was blowing up with cheers and congrats, wishing them happiness ever after. I stared at the screen, feeling a sharp stab of pain hit me right in the chest. It turned out that all our happy moments were just a carefully staged performance. I sat there in a daze all night, waiting for him to get home. When he finally walked in with a cake, I let out a cold laugh. "I know everything now. Aren't you sick of faking it?"

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number. She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?" She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?" Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"

What happens when the prey starts to ache for the predator? • Calista Virel is the adopted daughter to the heiress of an old American-family dynasty. She has little to no knowledge of her biological parents and the people around her prefer to keep it that way. She's different from the people in the world she grew up in. Unlike their luxury rooted existence, Calista is rather one-view sided. She wants a simple life, a simple job, and a simple existence, and even when her estranged mother, Eleanor, ties the knot with Mikhail Karsin-Raznov—the head of a Russian mafia. Calista vowed that her plans would remain the same. After graduating from college, she returned back to the country for the first time in years. But things change, and Calista hadn't realized how much different they had become—especially her. From walking in on Mikhail buried inside her best friend to finding out the truth of his relationship with Eleanor, these chain of events set off foreign feelings Calista never knew she was capable of harbouring for him. A sinful forbidden…explicit desire that spawned dangerously from one act of voyeurism. And worse? Mikhail finds himself feeling it too. From the moment he had seen her, something in him had ignited, something he was confident would be buried by her loath for him, something he was sure she would never allow. But now, he finds himself trapped in emotions he cannot fully understand—and Calista finds herself conflicted between red alarms and a ruinous desire. Romance was never meant to be simple. Especially not when an extinct rival group moving around the shadows—connected to Calista's entire existence, have both their names on a target board.

"I despise you as much as I love you," Raphael confessed to Winter, his voice laced with bitterness and tenderness all at once. "This connection between us is both a blessing and a curse. It torments us both. Don't you think?" Winter asked him. "That's what I regret. I could not kill you that night because you are my mate," Raphael affirmed. He approached her in a blink of an eye and gripped her throat. "Winter, why are you the daughter of my enemy?" Raphael growled, his head ducked to bury in her neck. He kissed her followed by a lick, which made Winter's knees go weak. "Shall we mate?" Raphael murmured, his breath caressing her ear, igniting a sensual response within Winter. The conflict between their hatred and desire blurred as the allure of their fate became undeniable. ~~~~~~~ Winter, the Princess of the Uriel Kingdom, had endured a lifetime of torment and lacked the love she deserved. However, her life took an unexpected turn when she discovered Raphael Kingston as her mate on her 18th birthday. She hoped that this newfound connection would bring an end to her suffering, but fate had other plans. Raphael, the lone survivor of his pack, had always sought vengeance against the King and his daughter. However, his purpose faltered when he realized Winter was his destined mate. The battle between his hatred and love for her led him to imprison Winter, torn between the desire to protect her and the weight of his animosity. Thus, began a tale of Hate to Love!

Valentina Moonfang ran from her powerful Stoneheart Pack three years ago, defying her Alpha father's warnings not to mate with Silas Winterfell. She thought their mate bond would give her the love and freedom she craved. Instead, she got three years of hell. Humiliated by his mother Morgana and forced to abort the pup she was carrying because Silas, her mate "wasn't ready to be a father." While her husband lived a secret life with another she-wolf. When Valentina discovers Silas's three-year affair with her best friend Melissa, she drives to the mountain stronghold of Hunter Knox Winterfell, the Alpha Prime, second only to the Werewolf King, and Silas's father. With the intention of using her father-in-law for her revenge. What started as an arrangement soon turned into a bond she couldn't escape.

"The sex was good though." Davina said, rudely pulling me out of my thoughts. "Just the sex?" "Yes." She repeated unapologetically. "Just the sex." I turned, her words piercing me in a way I didn't expect. "Ouch." Davina chuckled, as if she had not just spat out the coldest line ever. "What did you expect? That I will fall back into your arms and profess love to you?" "I didn't ask for that." "Good." She murmured. "Because I have given you my heart before and you gave it back to me in pieces." °°°°°°°°°° One moment, Davina was walking down the aisle with a wide smile on her face. The next, she was picking up the pieces of what was left of her heart with bleeding hands. The only family she had left had been cruelly taken from her by the man she was supposed to marry, the man that had shown her nothing but love and had treated her like she was the most precious thing in the world. He changed— taking her as a captive and punishing her for a crime she had no idea about. But Davina swore to revenge, to take back all he had taken from her and make him pay for his sins, even if it's the last thing she does.