All Might's Daughter Novels & Stories

“You don’t deserve to be with Andrew, much less have a child with him. Lottie is Andrew’s real daughter.” “Allie is already dead,” Lottie also says, her tone taunting and smug. “Now Daddy can focus on me, just like how he always wanted to.” “Stop,” I tell all of them, trying to shield my ears, but it’s no use. I can still hear them. Laughing and mocking me. Mocking Allie’s death.

If anyone wanted the worst happening to her, it should be me. “You should have let me then if you knew. She didn’t deserve to go unharmed like that! After everything she did to you? The least she deserved was my wrath on her!” “Her daughter was there. You really want to beat the mother of a seven-year-old in front of her?” “A daughter she had with your husband!” Her words stung as I’d forgotten for a brief moment who Allison’s father was. “Or rather, ex-husband.” She corrected herself but the truth was as terrible as what he’d

No pleasantries, no nothing. Maybe he's the one getting married to Annabel. They would make such a rude couple! "Yes, we do." Charles answered quietly, his voice coming off shaky, "my daughters have talked about it and come to the conclusion that my eldest daughter, Annabel would go with you." "She's a good catch…" The other one drawled; he had this voice that was both authoritative and melodic at the same time. His voice got my attention and made me stare at him for a while.

Although it was early in the night, a large portion of wolves had found their mates, and were dancing softly together, or had exited the ball early to be alone together. “Alpha Evander, Luna Ida,” my father greeted, and all three of us bowed. “Betas Marley and Imara,” Evander grinned. It sounded strange to hear my parent’s names; I always thought of them as mum and dad. “And who’s this?” Luna Ida asked, peering inquisitively at me. “This is our daughter, the Young Beta Arienne,” my dad said. I bowed again. “It’s an honour to meet you,” I said, nodding to each of them in turn.

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,

Her skin is fucking glowing, her eyes have found a new shine, the color is still black pitch, but with a sparkling of crystals, her body is gently lifting in the air. What the fuck is happening to her? “Allaya!” I utter while trying to reach out to her. “I am not Allaya Edwards, I am Allaya Morgan, daughter of Justin Morgan and Aria Belmont. I did not die, I didn’t! I am very much alive.” She spokes, her voice sounding like music, but with a tint of animosity. Allaya Morgan? The daughter of my uncle and the vampire female? Landon’s sister? My eyes widened even more at the glorious scene progressing before our eyes. If I would have ever tried to imagine how a goddess looked like, it would hav

“But, that means Harriet is really dating the first grandson. Right?” “Yeah. So you need to stop dreaming anymore,” Mandy added fuel to Mario’s aching and burning heart. “Hmp,” Mario sobbed with a pout. “However, Harriet is the daughter of Astell Wyatt. I heard Astell has only one daughter. So who is that woman?” Jaymee asked. “We don’t know yet. And the fact that Director Zion is holding that woman, it is weird,” Haidee added.

They looked almost my Mira's age, human age I mean. " Hi! " the one supporting the other boy waved at me. I smiled at him sheepishly as the other one, who was kind of drooling tried to acknowledge my presence as well. I smiled and nodded at him. " That's Kian and Xen, Mamma. You know, they are from Chemora as well. Why did you not tell me anything? Mamma? Why did you not talk about this place before? " How was I to explain to my sweet little daughter the despicable truth behind her birth? Not to forget the loss of my own powers accompanied with prolonged amnesia.

Every night after they left, I’d race to my room on shaky legs, spread wide on the bed, and plunge my fingers into my aching pussy, moaning their names like a needy little whore. “Perfect,” Dad announced, already typing a message. “We’ll drop you off first thing tomorrow. Pack your things, sweetheart. You’re spending a few days with your uncles.” Uncles. That single word sent a dark, wicked spark straight to my throbbing center. They had no clue what they were delivering their sweet, innocent daughter into. And I could hardly wait.

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.