A Blessed Daughter Novels & Stories

She took some kohl from her eyes and applied it to the back of her ear. " God save you from evil eyes. My daughter is the prettiest bride. Today you are going to start a new journey. My blessing is with you. I know my daughter will be successful in her new life. At any point in life, if you feel the need for a shoulder, I am always there. Be courteous but stand up against mistreatment. God bless you. We are always there for you. This home is always yours." Her voice was hoarse. Tears formed in her eyes. Hiding her emotions she quickly hugged her daughter and went away. Raj Pov

"Sometimes, the price of happiness is only to open your heart to it. You said you never wanted a mate again. But you changed who you were, and accepted someone into your heart, and let it change you even more. You are strong, Elizabeth. You are brave, and full of love, and you deserve it all. Do you understand that?" "My baby... will it be safe?" "As much as you love and protect her." "Then she'll be safe to the end of her days," said Beth, and then she realized what the goddess had just said. "Her? A daughter?" The woman smiled, and tears sprang to Beth's eyes. "It's her, isn't it. You're giving me Caroline back. You're giving her back to me." "I'm giving her to you, but yes, it's her. Your

Tears were streaming down my face by the time that I healed it all. ‘Call your cousin, Caiathus, to come over now. My beloved daughter has suffered enough and was meant to find out about their connection decades ago, but she was captured the night before the blood moon. Their connection will be felt when they see each other,’ a whispery voice said softly in my mind. Beloved daughter… Wow. That was the Goddess Bastet. I wiped my tears away and grabbed a simple pashmina scarf to drape around her shoulders, hoping it would make her more comfortable.

Usually I know what to say, but not this time. “I have no idea where that came from,” I admit. I’ve found that when it comes to being Alpha, the best way to approach these sorts of things is from a place of honesty. “However, I can say that I feel blessed. “It’s clear our daughter will be special. I don’t know exactly what that means yet, but we will take care of her to the best of our ability. We’ll cherish her just as we do Fergus. We’ll nurture her. And someday we’ll see what the prophecy means as she steps into greatness.”

my daughter! "How's Naila?" I asked worried. "She's fine. You can meet her now." As I walked in, I saw her laying on the reclining bed weakly. She smiled her beautiful smile at me. I went to her with our baby. She took her in her arms sobbing. "Isn't our angel beautiful Kaif?" She asked smiling. I wiped her tears. "She's beyond beautiful." I said and kissed Naila's and our daughter's forehead gently. A daughter is her parents' door to heaven....and the Lord has opened the door to happiness for us by blessing us with her.

She winks at her and blows a kiss. "You are the best! I got perfect and amazing parents and it doesn't end there because I have you and Uncle Gideon. You guys are already enough to make this day worth dying for and perfect!" My daughter exclaimed jubilant. The sparkle in her eyes is enough to make me wild and joyous as well. "Because you are an amazing daughter and niece! God grants your wishes when you are not wicked because God loves sweet and God-fearing children." My sister educates her.

and I became one for her. I always asked God.. why I didn't meet them..early in my life.. “Anastasia, my daughter, come here..“ dad called..holding my hands..bringing me near to the stage. “As a proud father of a daughter..I really wanted to thank god..for giving me such a Beautiful soul..like her...she had came to our life..and bring all happiness...all joyness with her..she had changed our dark..past..into a lighted one....so this one is for my daughter” mother came and joined him. The song started and they started dancing besides me..holding my hands..I smiled and followed their lead.. people started clapping their hands..giving a new rhythm to the song.

I tell him honestly, and I am surprised when he nods his head and his eyes show no grief or anger. “I understand that. And I will never tell you to choose between them and me. As you have said, they raised you, and they love you. And all I see is good people who did everything in their power to keep you safe. I think it would be more wrong if you didn’t want to keep them in your life.” Adam answers calmly with no judgment. “Thank you,” I whisper. “No, it is I who thank you. I am the lucky one, getting a chance to know my daughter.” Adam said, sounding happy and relieved, and smiled a little.

The cause of all my current sorrows. She looked even more wicked than she did yesterday. She sat on a throne of black glass, framed in crimson light. Her skin was moon-pale; her lips painted blood red. A deliberate red. The kind that didn’t come from paint. And as I looked at eyes just like her son's she said: "Daughter in-law, welcome." Delusional old witch.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.