Am I Your Daughter Novels & Stories

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”

As her trembling fingers tapped on the message, she began reading, "I am present with you your daughter and she's not doing well, call me if you see this message." Amanda's breath hitched, and her vision blurred as the world seemed to spin around her. An enemy with her daughter was terrifying.

nothing. [February 28, 2025] There's a girl in a group photo today. Her eyes... they looked like Charlotte's. I miss her so much, I start seeing her everywhere. [March 28, 2025] She called. For a moment, I felt alive again. But I ruined it. I said all the wrong things. I didn't mean to. I'll make it right next time. I will. [April 1, 2025] My daughter, Charlotte, is the best. Mommy will always, always love you.

He was here now so I could do what I wanted. “Where is she?” My voice was low but deadly. His brows knitted together, his forehead wrinkled in what felt like surprise. “What?” I stepped closer, glaring into his eyes with aggression. “Where is my daughter?” His face twisted, “Amelia, what the hell are you talking about?” A cold, laugh escaped my lips. Something I didn't mean her I couldn't control. “Oh, you want to play dum right? C'mon you need to do better with your oretence games, man. Up it,” I yelled at his face.

They looked at the wreckage and then at the two of us standing on opposite sides of it, and her mother let out a sound that was half sob and half scream. "Where is she? Where is my daughter?" I turned away from my father and walked toward them, leaving him standing alone in the dark with his phone and his empire and the consequences of everything he had done. "We don't know yet," I said, and my voice came out steady despite the fury still burning in my chest. "But we're going to find her. I promise you, we're going to find her." Iris's father walked to the crumpled car and stared at the empty driver's seat, his jaw tight and his hands clenched at his sides. "Who did this?"

I owe them the truth. I take a deep breath and say, “I’m not the King and Queen’s niece. I’m their daughter.”

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

This guy, really is. Aliana sighed, putting her fork on her plate, she crosses her arm. “You know…” instead of answering Lancer question, Aliana started to say, the corner of her lip curling up in some mockery as she remembered the conversation she had with her daughter earlier. “Someone very ‘close’ to you, suggested that I leave you because you’re a scumbag and it doesn’t matter anymore what would happen if I really did it. So tell me Lancer,” she paused, taking the expression of her mate in front of her, “How could I possibly sown discord between you two, when your daughter already dislikes you so much that she came up with such suggestions?” she smiled, her dark green eyes twinkling.

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