Anne Boleyn Daughter Novels & Stories

Very hard to pull off, but not impossible. Which meant one of her supposed mates was a user of Dark magic. So there was that. Theo's imagination never led him at one moment or the other to think it was a daughter, flesh and blood, HIS own daughter. Who could it be? He had pondered many things. Well, it turned out, it was Aubrianne, the Divine Moon Goddess had indeed blessed him with a daughter, and she was in her final year of college. Theo had sniffed her out in the auditorium that day amongst the hundreds of students who had gathered around him for the knowledge he could have imparted.

Father Darin replied, which only confused our mother more as she shook her head. “What do you mean?” She asked. Father Darwin let out a deep breath, “Olivia is Annabella's daughter, Catherine.” He confessed in a deep tone.

"Ah, yes. How lovely to meet you. Robinson – I know that name. You wouldn’t be related to Mayor Robinson now, would you?" Annabelle’s smile faltered. She didn’t particularly like the way Marjorie had so quickly switched from disinterest to forced enthusiasm. She wasn’t sure if it was the woman’s age or her demeanor, but something about her made Annabelle uneasy. "Oh yes," Annabelle replied, trying to remain polite. "I’m his daughter."

In her arms, she cradled Anne, while Alexander stood beside her, holding their son. “Give me my baby!” Lia cried, struggling against the chains. Abigail’s eyes narrowed. “Anne deserves better than a mother like you.” “She’s my child! You can’t take her!” Alexander’s voice cut through the air, sharp and final. “She’s not mine. And we know the truth now.” Lia’s heart sank. “What do you mean?” “I know Anne isn’t my daughter,” he growled. “Alice helped you manipulate the tests results. And I know you are also responsible for sending men to kill Abigail and Scott on the day of their trial.

I had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."

I no longer expected anything from them. All the sincerity I had poured into them… I considered it thrown to the dogs. I wouldn’t pursue it anymore. Because I was dizzy, I underwent a brain CT scan. The results confirmed a mild concussion. Mira stared in disbelief. "Did your mom do this too?" I nodded bitterly. Instantly, outrage exploded across her face. "What kind of mother could be this cruel to her own daughter?!"

"Elayne! Shut your mouth! I didn't raise you just so you could humiliate me in front of the family!" "I'm the humiliation?" I stared at her. "Not you treating your own daughter like an ATM?" "Get out!" Mom shrieked, pointing at the door with a shaking finger. "You are not my daughter! Ungrateful brat! Get out and don't ever come back!" The relatives rushed to calm her down, but she'd already lost it. "Let her leave! I'll just pretend I never gave birth to her! She won't get a single penny from me! Everything I have is going to Sophie! Sophie's my real daughter!"

Leona's voice was monotonous, and Ophelia's eyes grew cold. "Onyx has been with her for a couple of years, and I'd like to keep it that way. You barged in and nudged him away, but I'd like you to leave and let him go." "Entitled much!" Ophelia stated coldly, crossing her arms across her chest. "I'm guessing this Abilene is your daughter." "Yes, she is! And she is bawling her eyes out currently. She hasn't been out of her room in days! Especially after seeing your picture with Onyx all over the magazines!" Leona yelled.

Anita said cynically. Even at this, she seemed to have bought Nolan's reason since she was no longer so hostile to him. "So, who is this lady?" "I've chosen Lady Diana. The only daughter of Elder Jonas. Don't you think that she's a great choice? Her father is an elder so I'm sure that she already knows how the palace works. Besides, she's a good girl who doesn't have any stain in her personal life. She has a really good reputation in the pack. What do you think of her?" Anita asked. She seemed really excited.

Long before I ever stepped into Valenrose Suites with my resume and my pride. I didn’t tell anyone—not because I forgot. But because it was my secret. Ours. We met years ago, in Paris. Back when I was just another overachieving student, trying to outrun the shadow of my family name. Annabel Walter—the only daughter of the Walter Group. A dynasty of steel, oil, and old money. My father, Timothy Walter, adored power, wealth, and riches more than parenthood. And daughters, in his opinion, held no power. Daughters are just meant to be in the kitchen—no value.