Am I Your Daughter Novels & Stories

Whiskey. I have a feeling, an inkling as to who she may be, though I need to be sure before I act. I growled lowly and snarled. Then her first words came back to me again. I stood up a little straighter and frowned, “You called me Daughter” I said quickly. “I did” she said back. “Why?” “You are a product of your mother, who in turn is a product of me” “That doesn’t make any sense” I snapped.

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

She looked at him from behind her heavy eyelids from fatigue and exhaustion and the dry blood in her mind wanted to surrender, she could no longer fight, but her tongue did not obey her, because as soon as she opened her mouth until she heard her voice resounding in the place "My name is Kira. I'm Kira, Arsene's daughter, Stefan's sister, shepherd and Damien's girlfriend. Then I screamed at her throat. I'm Kira, Arsene's daughter, Stefan's sister, shepherd, Damian's girlfriend, not your lover, Lamara, I'm not that bitch to Amara, I never will be." He smiled at her with absolute meekness and then raised his eyes to his walk and moved away, leaving her at their mercy again, screaming full of h

my mother cursed as my father helped her out of the hospital. Summer smugly sent me a voice message, "You know, I reported in for duty today. No one knew that I had taken your place. Sienna, if you want to play missing person, go ahead. Don't show your face here ever again." My parents were used to the vile things that Summer would say to me. They even thought that Summer was too kind. They said to her, "Just tell Sienna that if she likes being out so much, just die and never come back."

While I was busy washing the dishes I couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of the three of us together. "Mommy, come on! Let's play!" I was surprised when A.M suddenly pulled me closer to his Dad. "Mommy, do you love, Daddy Kyle?" I was dumbfounded by my daughter's question. Wait, is this really my daughter? Where did she get this question? "Mom, I'm asking you?" A.M. repeated frowning. "Why did you asked, Baby?" I asked her a gentle question "I just wanted to know, Mom, is that a bad thing?" What the! Is she really Alexandria Maine, my daughter?

he said, "If she were the one who was sick, we wouldn't make you donate either. We have so many resources beyond your comprehension. We would certainly find a alternative suitable match." Something inside me caved in. Quiet. Irreversible. "Of course," I whispered, a faint, broken smile on my lips. "You would never risk her. I was never your daughter—" Before I could finish, his face went dark. Then he raised his hand. The guards moved forward. Marco grabbed my wrist, his fingers biting into bone. "How dare you speak to your father like that?" Crack. The slap caught me across the face. My head snapped sideways. Blood gushed from my nose, warm and copper-sweet, spilling through my fingers as I

The look on my father's face went from bad to worse. “What exactly are you trying to say, Matteo?” He kept his voice low. “Our families have known each other for years. So my daughter is not good enough for you?” Matteo fixed his cufflinks. “Mr. Montgomery, I do not want your younger daughter. Not at all.”

It took four rings for her to pick up my call. “Who’s this calling in the middle of the night?” “Mandy. My daughter has been locked inside the mortuary refrigerator in South City’s funeral parlor. She will not make it. You are the only person who can reach her within thirty minutes.” “Funeral parlor?” “I am begging you.” “Give me the location. I will head there right away.”

“It is from this body you were given life.” I am not sure how she wants me to respond. She’s not my mother. I am forbidden to call her that. I was once her daughter, but not now. Not anymore. “Hate me if you will.” She says with an indifferent tone. “One day soon you will realize the harsh realities of life.” “I am familiar with them already, your grace.” I answer flatly. “You only understand the world as you know it. From fairytales and naive observations.” She retorts.

My jaw dropped. The girl… was the Alpha’s daughter.