Anne Boleyn Daughter Novels & Stories

Abbie would not be fit to even carry her shoes. Azalea felt that since she was no longer a maid's daughter but the eldest daughter of the Floyd family, Abbie had no right to speak to her that way. So Azalea explained immediately, "Who says I'm a maid's daughter? I'm not. My father is Callum Floyd, and I'm the eldest daughter of the Floyd family!" "You? The eldest daughter of the Floyd family? Hahaha! Do you think you're qualified?" Abbie laughed. Azalea's face was flushed as Abbie laughed at her. "What are you laughing at? What's so funny about that?"

It was clear from his expression that he hadn't shared those particular details with his father. "I was told she was of age," Jonty protested weakly. "And willing." "Willing?" Cage laughed, the sound utterly devoid of humour. "Is that why you had to chase her through the forest? Why did she shift in terror at the sight of you?" Adrian turned on the footage taken by Annabella from her own room, “Willingly my ass,” he said as the video showed her father striking her after coming back from a date with Lucious. The silence in the room was deafening as the footage played. Alpha Mercer's face darkened with each passing second, his eyes narrowing as he watched Eugene strike his daughter. The unmist

After all, Phoebe was their biological daughter. Mom wiped away her tears, her voice suddenly growing entirely cold. "I only have one daughter, and her name is Rosalyn Sherwood." Having said that, Mom turned to the guards standing nearby and said, "Get her out of here." Phoebe completely broke down. She continued to hurl curses as two towering guards seized her. "You'll regret this! You'll definitely regret this! I'm the rightful heiress of the Sherwood family! You can't drive me away!"

"Take a seat; you might want to hear me out." Zoe sank into the chair's comfort, and she wondered which was softer, her bum or the sofa. "I'm listening." "My father set me up with Ann; she's the daughter of one of his business associates. Since I'm single, he tries to get me to go on dates with those daughters of Jezebel." Zoe laughed; it was a short laugh. "Really? Daughters of Jezebel?" Henry shrugged. "They don't tickle my fancy; they always think they deserve to be treated specially for being wealthy and not to mention they are rotten to the core."

"I am Annabeth, daughter of Margaery Dubois, of House Dubois." Elder Marcus' eyes widened in utter surprise and shock. Most of the folks in the dome gasped in shock as well. Katharina and her daughter were greatly delighted, seeing the reaction of the people. It was just as they were hoping. "She is the spawn of that traitor, Margaery, who turned on her own just for some flimsy emotional thrill, and in total disregard, neglected her sacred duties to her community. Who knows, she may have turned out to be the High Witch, instead of me," Katharina said, shrugging with her lips pursed.

“Ann? What have I done to you to deserve all these?” Isabelle demanded with tears and Ann cackled, enjoying the way Isabelle mourned. “You’ve done quite a lot, I don’t know where I’ll start from... is it from the insults I’ve received from you to the excessive care you get from your father or to the tasks of clearing scandals which you’ve created?” Ann retorted. “How is Annabella?” “My daughter is battling with her life all because of you, if anything happens to her, I’ll send your corpse to your father” Ann threatened and Alessandro growled, struggling to lose the ropes.

The girl looked a bit surprised when she saw her but still grinned. "Oh my, so this –" "Who awe you?" Minerva asked in a cold voice. The girl smirked and raised her chin. "I'm Carina Borgia. The daughter of the Duke of Borgia. My elder sister was the Second Prince's first wife." She arrogantly said. 'Ah, so this was where her impudence came from.' Minerva thought. Still, she was too pissed that if she let this slide, she would surely not be able to sleep.

’ She asked him now, ‘No, but he does have a daughter, the mother was the love of his life, so my sources tell me, there hasn’t been anyone serious since. He told her, then asked curiously, ‘Why do you want to know, Aunt Annabelle?’ ‘Do you happen to know the daughter's name, William?’ He chuckled, ‘Okay, here’s what I know. The girl is called Mervon, and he knew nothing about her until her mother died when she was five years old. When he discovered he had a daughter, he ripped her from her Grandparents using the law and never let her see them again.’ Annabelle inhaled sharply,

Seeing Anne about to explode again, Nora cut in coldly, “Save the drama. If you want that spot, you can have it. But once you take it, I’m done. I’m no longer your daughter.” Lily’s eyes lit up. Was she serious? Anne staggered back in shock. “You unfilial girl!” she shouted through gritted teeth. “What did I do to deserve a daughter as heartless as you?” Nora didn’t even look at her. Her gaze was fixed on David, her tone firm. “Well? Do we have a deal?”

She responded, pointing at the stack of papers on the desk. “Why? Isn't this what you were given to reprint yesterday?” Annabel asked. “I just did my nails and wouldn't want them to get spoiled. I already spoke to Mr. Carl about it. He said you can do it.” She replied sassily. Annabel looked at her from head to toes then back up. Her eyes rested on the ID on the girl's chest. “Jacinthe Carlos…”Annabel trailed off and chuckled. “You're his daughter. Why wouldn't he allow you to slack off?” Annabel typed in her laptop's password. “I'm not doing it.” She said and began her work for the day.