As If Daughter Manga Novels & Stories

Her gaze was full of love and care but also sorrow. The look really made his heart torn and full of guilt for her. "Yuki…," he whispered softly. Yuki merely offered a faint smile as she mustered the strength to summon the man's name. "Fū... ma... Fūma-sa... ma…," she replied slowly and weakly. Fūma was trembling. His heart felt like being squeezed when the girl called his name weakly. He tried to keep his calm before smiling at Yuki. "Fūma... Ma-sorry... I'm sorry, Fūma…," she said softly.

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.

I say. “Yes, I am Haru Kira and this is my wife, Fusae and our mate Kenji. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Naeve, Matthew and Blazion,” Hikaru’s father intones. “Over here, we have Raff’s and my mates. Asim is the big guy with the darker skin and ripped muscles and Aiden is the brooding sexy one with the long dark hair. Hikaru just took Raff in to find clothes that were clean and not 2 or more sizes too big,” I say, getting laughter from Asim, Aiden and Blaze at that last part.

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

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.”

Akira was again cold, he looked at his daughter like staring at his subordinates. “You are making plans again, what if someone else intends to hurt An during the event? A trip to a vampire town is a danger for a girl like she knows! " "Ah, that's right, but dad is calm. None of our clans will dare to harm An. We will also help. I will send special forces and the best for father! ” "Yes, and I will also send special forces and the best for my father," continued Yasashi. “Huh, you are in such a hurry! Yeah alright, you better help me persuade An to hang out with me. Can you do it? " said Akira glaring at his daughter with a glimpse of vampire eyes.

"So, it's your turn to introduce yourself to us now." Cleared her throat a little, Risa starts first. "My name is Igarashi Risa. I am the daughter of Igarashi Kenji. I was raised in Calestical City along with Xue Mei. We were best buddies from childhood." She hugged Xue Mei's shoulder. "Oh..so you are the only daughter from a large international group from Japan, right? I think I've heard of your family name." One of them asks. "My father is one of your family business partners too. I guess."

the shadow hissed, her claws grazing Aria’s throat. “The Abyss is mine.” Aria’s bond with Kael pulsed, a faint spark of warmth. She saw his eyes flutter, his hand twitching. “Aria…” he whispered, his voice barely audible. Her heart surged, her claws flaring brighter. She slashed, her light cutting through the shadow’s arm. It screamed, retreating, but the rift pulsed, crimson wolves reforming. The Daughter emerged, her claws glinting, the dark shard in her hand. “You’re stubborn,” she said, her voice cold.

"She... She's not a daughter from my marriage, but the circumstances of her conception are not a relevant topic in light of the fact that she carries my blood, Yakuza blood, and as such, she falls under its mantle and protection," he retorted with utmost seriousness and clarity, emphasizing an intriguing point, a point not beyond comprehension: Amaya was his daughter and had the same rights as the rest. "The process of changing her name, as well as bestowing upon her a new surname, will conclude shortly, and she will officially become a Yagami."

And he could see me, clearly. His lips curled up into a smile, before he repeated what he said. “Sorry, you are standing on my daughter’s bunny.” That phrase alone confused me. “Your daughter’s what?” He pointed down to my feet, beneath it was a perfectly pink plush bunny rabbit. I lifted my feet from it, bent down to pick it up, dusting off any mud. The initials A. P were etched into the side of it.