A Blessed Daughter Novels & Stories

I found myself whispering aloud, “The goddess has returned my daughter to me… and I will not fail her again.” Zoraya leaned her head against my shoulder, her hand resting protectively on her belly. I covered her hand with mine, feeling the faint shift of life within. A new generation. A new beginning. In that moment, the cries of Elena, the rage of Estrella, the weight of the battlefield, all of it melted away. All that mattered was that my daughter was here. My daughter was healing. And she daughter was finally, finally free. I smiled, my heart swelling so wide it almost hurt.

Soon his touch calmed the flames until there were no more. “She is a purebred phoenix shifter born from my own clan. I will not defend her or list her abilities, that is for you to find out on your own. You should remember this though, you ever insinuate that my family is not good enough for the Establishment again, I will make sure you understand just how good we are. My daughter will go on her seventh birthday along with her Imani or you will receive no help from me.”

It wαs something softer. “I mαy not understαnd your world‚ Killiαn‚” he sαid‚ “αnd I mαy never be fully comfortαble with it‚ but… I’ve seen the wαy you love my dαughter. I’ve seen the wαy she looks αt you. And if there’s αnyone who deserves her‚ it’s you.” My breαth hitched. He stepped forwαrd αnd reαched for Killiαn’s hαnd‚ shαking it firmly. “You hαve my blessing. Tαke cαre of her.”

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,

She didn’t hand it back. “My mother left you,” Anya said. “She left this world. Not because she was afraid. Because she chose freedom over legacy.” Dasha’s chin lifted. “And what has freedom given you?” Anya took a step forward, no fear now—only fire. “It gave me a daughter who knows her own mind. A family not defined by a name or a fortune. And a reason to fight.” Dasha’s expression didn’t waver. But her voice cooled. “You think you’re writing a new chapter, Miss Petrova. But blood remembers. It drags us back.”

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

"This isn't just about the card game anymore. My daughter's future happiness is the most important thing. We need to properly verify whether you can actually make Chloe happy." With that, the three rose and advanced toward me. I backed up step by step until I fell onto the bed. Susan handed a toy to each of them. "Come on, girls. Get him!" My heart pounded. The overwhelming rush of it all left me dizzy. A scene I'd fantasized about countless times in my dreams was actually about to happen. Every man with a daughter-in-law has imagined being with her. But not only did I have my future daughter-in-law—I had her mother and her sister too.