Am I Your Daughter Novels & Stories

His devilish smile echoed through the air. "Dad.... you can't do this to me, please..." I stuttered with teary eyes as I struggled to speak. "I'm your daughter." "I'm not your father," he said coldly, lifting me off the truck. "Send my regards to Isabella when you get there." With the last strength in me, I spoke through clenched teeth, my voice deadly even as my vision dimmed. "I'll haunt you all.... even if it means burning hell."

She gave me another lick and I felt a jolt inside of me. "Kay?" Amelias was next to me. I looked at her and smiled. "She's beautiful." I muttered. Amelia looked relieved and started to laugh a little. I looked at my mom and dad who were standing in the door way smiling. "Zariah is your guys' daughter just as much as I am." I say standing up to hug them. "We know dear. We've felt her since the day you were born." My mom says opening her arms to hug me. I burry my face in their hair and my dad wrapped his arms around us.

Real mother of the year. My breath caught. I was aware of my appearance, messy hair, red eyes, but I did not deserve this. "Don't do this. Where is she, please, tell me where she is.” "I don't care," he snapped. "You're an omega. Weak. Pathetic. And your daughter too--wolfless and useless.” I had not time to answer, when I heard a voice behind him, which I knew was his. " urgh... she is back?

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.

' How could you fall so low? ' Is this what we taught you? ' ' Rather than having a child like you, it would have been better if we never had a child! ' ' You're a sinner! ' ' You're not my daughter anymore! ' ' I'm not your father! ' ' You're my daughter but he's my husband and I'm obliged to listen to him. Also, you can't be my daughter! She wasn't someone to humiliate her parents with her actions. I'm disappointed! '

Amilee turns away from me. I walk back to the room and find my Mother holding my daughter. “Amilee wants Raija,” I tell her and she hands my daughter to me. I start to walk back and I talk to Raija. “I love you, your father loves you. No matter what happens next, you will always be loved by your father.” I kiss her head as I enter the recovery bay. Amilee turns back to me and the nurse helps her sit up a little. I hand my daughter to her mother.

Heat crept up my neck just at the thought of how I’d mentioned him stripping naked—while the very man I was talking about was right in front of me. But, even if the garden encounter had cost me the job, I decided I would stay and see if I could win the child’s favor anyway. If the child didn’t like me or Dominic decided he wanted me gone after all, I figured I would just go and try to find a job somewhere else. “The Alpha’s daughter,” I heard one woman whisper. “I hear she won’t get close to anyone.” I blinked at that. I moved a little closer to the group to hear better.

"You have a bad mood." "Am I? Oh, yeah! Why is that? It is because of you! Stop treating my baby like it's yours! Damia is not your baby! She is only curious about your weird stupid beard and you are just a nobody for us! She doesn't need you! She is... Yelp!!!"

"See, Lena, I just want to get to the root of this. You claimed to be my father's daughter, that invariably makes you my sister..." "I am not your father's daughter and you aren't my Sister, Amanda!" She screamed at the top of her voice. "I am Dean Geoffrey's daughter. I don't know who you are or how you got entangled with my father. However, I know a couple of things about you... You had better watch your back, because it wouldn't be easy for you." "What do you mean?" My stomach sank and my heart began to beat very fast. My father didn't have any other children besides me... He didn't! He can't!

I’d have thought he’d met someone she cared about, but maybe Ami doesn’t bring her boyfriends home. “Hello?” “No, I’m not the father. I’m her assistant,” I reply quickly. “My daughter doesn’t have assistants. Are you lying to me? You’d better tell me the truth before I make your life very difficult.” “Mr. Klein, I’m not the father. You can ask Ami, and she’ll tell you herself.” There’s a brief silence before he responds. “Fine. I’ll ask her. Where is she?” “She went to answer the door. I’ll go get her,” I say as I head toward the entrance.