A Poem For Your Daughter Novels & Stories

I will be tempted to look for her, but I know I can't. We watched as Adam's dad left in the night, with our daughter safely hidden in his arms. “Goodbye, Ayla.” We say, and I cry in the arms of the man I love.

All the physical trappings of our life, soon to be left behind. But what matters most is already gone, racing through the night, carrying our hopes with her. Sophia, my beautiful, brave daughter. Nyx, the wolf who runs with our love protecting her. Run far, run fast, my darling girl. And someday, be free.

Blood gushed from my nose, warm and copper-sweet, spilling through my fingers as I raised my hands to cover it. Strange. I felt nothing. Just the cold. "Get out." Father roared, veins bulging at his temples. "me, Vincenzo Blackwell, disown you! You are dead to this family! Dead!" I wiped the blood with my sleeve. My hands moved to cover my abdomen, cradling the life inside. For this child, I could not break. "Fine," I said. My voice was steady, hollow. "You said it. We're strangers now."

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam

She nodded her head excitedly; I braced myself for what could possibly come out of this child’s mouth, “What is it?” “It’s like you and daddy!” She squealed; I gave her a questioning look, then she explained, “Daddy was chosen by the Moon Goddess for you. So, who did she choose for me?” I wanted to mentally slap myself in the face for not changing the subject, but I decided to tell her the truth, “Well, I don’t know, sweetie. But, I know you’ll find him one day,” then I thought for a second, “maybe not if your father and brothers have anything to say about it.” We giggled while she mixed the bowl, then she gave me a big smile,

A daughter is a precious gift, just as precious as any son. She is a wonder just as great, a person in her own right. she is a sacred being under God, as are we all. So take care of your daughters and know that each is a blessing in full measure Jade p.o.v Another morning and I had nothing to do since Alex was my project. I had no motivation to go to work . Why would I …. He is going to torture me again and today I have no mood to see his nonsense behaviour.

"She’s going to think that’s an awfully long name, Herse." "She would indeed," I whispered, leaning in for one final, lingering kiss. "I love you." I pulled back, standing in the center of the hill. I closed my eyes and let my divinity flow into the earth, calling the ground to take me. I felt the soil rise like a warm embrace, swallowing me whole to hide the light of my daughter from the eyes of the Gods. I may fall into the earth today, but Zeus cannot kill what he cannot find. My daughter will wait; she will be born upon the Dew Pine Tree, and she will be his ruin.

The throne will αlwαys find someone to sit on it‚ but you‚ my dαughter‚ you were born to live freely. Live simply. Love deeply. Trαvel‚ mαke memories thαt αre yours αnd yours αlone. Don’t let them chαin you to α legαcy thαt hαs αlreαdy tαken too much from our bloodline. My greαtest wish is to see you hαppy αnd living without feαr or duty weighing down your spirit. And when thαt time comes‚ when you αre smiling‚ αt peαce‚ αnd surrounded by love‚ know this: my soul will find its rest‚ knowing my dαughter chose life over power.

She stood tall. On fire. Alive. Her daughter was coming home.