Romans & histoires The Father And The Daughter

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

My heart swelled with relief as I saw my father riding toward us on his horse, flanked by his beta Marcel and a contingent of guards. As Father dismounted his horse, his hazel eyes blazed with fury. "Unhand my daughter this minute," he thundered. Damian's smile never wavered, but he released his grip on my wrist. I didn't hesitate, running to meet my father like a child seeking refuge. My long, thick blonde hair cascaded down my back like a waterfall, bouncing with each step. "Father!" I exclaimed, burying my face in his chest as I hugged him tightly, never letting go.

Later on, the father showed up and upon seeing him, the daughter muttered, “ Daddy—---- Daddy!” Letting go of her mother, she advanced toward her father who was a couple of meters down the house. Standing in front of him with tears dripping down her face, she embraced her father lovingly, weeping in his arms. “ Daddy, how much I’ve missed you? I’ve missed you so much, Daddy!” Her father kept silent without uttering a single word to his daughter and neither did he return her embrace to him. Letting go of her father after some time, she observed both of them very carefully and noticed that they had grown lots of white hair and felt guilty upon seeing them.

She settled onto the couch, her gaze drifting over the remnants of our life together, just the two of us against the world. The clothes I had bought her, her childhood toys, and the awards on the wall she had earned over the years–it all brought fresh tears to her eyes. "Mom, I gave all the money you gave me to Frank, and I fought with you. How can you not be mad at me?" "Because you're my daughter, sweetheart. We all mess up sometimes. The key is being able to turn things around once you realize you've gone wrong." After the cops nabbed Frank, they did not waste any time digging up the dirt on him.

“Three times today, princess. Filled this tight little cunt while he was texting you like a worried puppy. He was right outside that door, and you were in here naked, legs wrapped around Daddy, whimpering as I came inside you again. How’s that feel, baby? Knowing your man’s hunting for his sweet girlfriend while she’s dripping his father’s load?” “Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his

may I hold her? Alexander: It won't be long, Dada. Angel hasn't had the chance to hold her yet, just as I haven't held my son yet. You know it's important for bonding. Drake: Yes, you're right... I thought she had held her... Alexander gently placed my little princess on the bed to take Xavier. Once he'd done that, I held my daughter close to my heart, inhaling her baby scent. The little one twisted her tiny fingers in my hair, and I gently kissed her little cheek. Her skin was soft and warm. I felt so much joy in my heart holding my little one against me; it was truly miraculous. Then, I let my father take my daughter while Xander let his mother and father take our son.

"I hope you can forgive me." I was silent for a while. "Of course, my Lord." "Papa," Katherine stuck her head in the room. "Kate," he turned to the door. She ran into the room towards her father's bedside. She jumped on him hugging him. David stood by the door a stoic expression on his face though I saw the longing in his eyes to hold his father too. "Give your father a hug, son," Lord Rathcliffe said and David moved to do exactly that.

I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady.

"It's no wonder your mother looks like she's seen a ghost every time she looks at you. You little beast! Not only does your own mother hate you, but your father despises you too! "Did you really delude yourself into thinking that he loves you? I'll have you know that I'm pregnant with his child. When my baby is born, you'll be sent away to the sticks!" Jillian let out an ear-piercing shriek. "You're lying! How dare you frame Daddy? I'm Daddy's only daughter. He would never leave me!" At the end of the video, Kelvin snubbed out his cigarette with his shoe before he entered the house, slamming the door behind him.