As The Only Daughter Novels & Stories

When I was three, a fortune-teller ran his hand over my skull and said, "This girl was born unlucky. Money will never stay with her. "Give her no more than $6.60 a year. One cent more, and she'll pay for it with her life." So every birthday, my card held the same thing: a crumpled five-dollar bill, a one-dollar coin, and sixty cents in change. My adopted younger sister, Sophie, was different. Her birthday cash could cover an entire bed. I cried and threw tantrums. I even snatched one of Sophie's envelopes, the one with $660,000 in it. That same night, I broke out in hives from head to toe, went into respiratory failure, and ended up in the ICU. It took three days to save me. When I wok

The pack knew my mother, Wynne Carter, a renowned pack healer, as the very definition of fairness. To avoid any accusation of favoritism, she once had me removed from the emergency ward while I was suffering from a severe allergic reaction, all because she couldn’t let her own daughter take medical resources away from other pack members. Even when I invited her to the academy’s open day, she turned me down because my instructor was pregnant. She reprimanded me sternly, “Get those funny ideas out of your head. My position is not a way for you to get special treatment from your instructors.” I had always believed my mother was merely strict. Then, the fire happened. My adopted sister,

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

Although he asks those questions coldly, she could still feel the worries within those words. "They won't hurt me if that's what you're thinking. I've been a bad girl ever since I was a child. The eloquent daughter you heard about was just another side of me. They don't boast about how annoying and bitch I am, would they?" "Don't you ever see them again, understand?" He pulled away and started to drive. "They are my parents." "They are dangerous for you." "I have them in my hands." "What do you mean by that?" "I'm their only daughter. I'm the only one who has access to our family heirloom. Do you think they will kill me even though they probably loathed me for this marriage? No, my grandfath

She answered precisely the way in which I needed. Assuming she was another person. Be that as it may, she isn't, you dickhead. She's your little girl in-regulation and you're commending their big day in half a month. What's more, at the present time, your child, her significant other, is in the parlor hanging tight for you. "Hello, father! Where's my brew?"

So, you can imagine the shock on our faces. “Can you be a mother for once in your life; she could have died, for goodness' sake. She is our only daughter, the only one you have yet. You treat her like shit. I think you have forgotten how hard it was for you to conceive.” Dad emphasized the last word. No one is moving, and Nora's grip on my hand tightens.

I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "All thanks to my daughter's mad love for your son. I just can't say 'no' to her," Stephen said, shaking his head. "You have spoiled her too much," I sighed. "She is my only daughter, and she doesn't have a mother. How could I not spoil her?" he said, looking a little helpless.

“I am so proud of you, Sweet pea. You have handled this whole situation with grace and dignity. I don’t think many people would have handled this situation the way that you did. You did our ancestors proud.” “Thanks, daddy. I could not have done anything else after all. I am the daughter you and mom raised.” “Yes, you are. That’s why you are my favorite daughter.” My mom said. “Mom, I’m your only daughter.” “And don’t you forget it.” My mom said/ I am really going to miss these moments with my parents. “So baby girls, have you thought about what you are packing? You are going to be staying at a pack with an un-mated alpha and them meeting other supernaturals.”

——————Alex——————— My name is Alex. I’m the only surviving child of my father. I lost my mother and my brother in a fatal accident. My dad lost his legs and can’t no longer walk again. The accident caused me a a lot of pain and misery. My father sold all his properties including the house to pay of his debt and hospital bill. We live in a small apartment in a dark alley where it is difficult to sleep with two eyes closed.

the alarm in my head suddenly goes off. “Yes…our dad,” she answers, confirming the fact that she didn’t make a mistake. “Just because your mother was the only woman that our dad married doesn’t necessarily mean that you are his only daughter,” she remarks. “I do…n’t un…der.. stand,” I stutter whilst still trying to wrap my head around what she is driving at.