Baki Author Daughter Novels & Stories

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

Baker’s wrist and pushed her back. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” Rachael asked, her voice trembling. She gently fixed Lysia’s hair and cupped her face, examining her with deep concern. The red handprint on Lysia’s cheek made Rachael’s heartache with both sorrow and fury. Her voice turned sharp as she glared at Mrs. Baker, “Diana Baker, you failed to raise your shameless daughter, who seduced my daughter's fiancé. And now, you dare to lay hands on my daughter? You’re just as despicable as she is! Is this the so-called morality of the Baker family?”

BAILEE “Ow! Keep your hands off of me!” I exclaimed but instinctively grabbed the paper before it could fall. I glanced up at him every two seconds as I scanned the paper, refusing to let him get one up on me. It was a printout of an article titled ‘Is Alexander Kingston the biological father of Caleb Johnson’s daughter?’ To the side was a large picture of Alex in front of his office with Brinley in his arms. The sight of it made me want to laugh because it was so far-fetched.

Bastien looks at me over the top of her head with the open expression, the one that has no wall in it, the one that costs him nothing to show anymore because he has stopped keeping an inventory of what showing it costs. He is smiling. Not almost smiling. Smiling. The real one. I hold my daughter's gaze. Eight months old and she already knows what she is. She is a wolf who was wanted before she existed. She is a record that changed pack law. She is the daughter of a woman who survived and a man who learned to choose and an aunt who stood in her mother's garden in the morning and a great-grandmother who believed and a building that held. She is all of that.

she insists, while my mate ponders, searching for something, Bailey jumps between them "Hello, Queen Anaiah. My name is Bailey, the Alpha's daughter. I wanted to pay my respect. Unlike Rhea over here, I'd never even think twice about turning you down," Anaiah's gaze lazily moved to Bailey, the silence was so embarrassing for her, and pack members who were watching were laughing at the Alpha's daughter, seeming like Bailey wasn't too popular with the folk around.

My parents approached the railing and waited for the crowd to quiet. “I wanted to thank you all for coming to celebrate our daughter's return. We're very thankful to have her back at the Spirit Walkers pack. We truly thank the Goddess for making that happen; without her, our daughter would have been lost to us forever. I can assure you there will be some exciting announcements tonight, so be sure to stick around. Some of you had the privilege of seeing our daughter fight yesterday, but you will all be able to meet her tonight. It is my pleasure to formally introduce our daughter, Eva Branson, who will be working as co-Alpha for our pack very soon,” my father's voice filled the space.

"The one at the central medical center. I have always been in contact with him." The Guard checked his records. "The primary healer for your younger daughter at the central medical center is Healer Rourke. His signature is on this evaluation report. The healer listed in your older daughter Nova's file is Elder Morwen. What is the name of the healer you have been in contact with?"

“You threw your own son aside—for an Omega brat?” Her voice turned sharp, venomous. “Or is it that, in your heart, our son means nothing compared to the bastard pup of your omega whore?” “What spell has she cast on you?” But Alpha Bastian ignored her. He crouched beside my daughter, his voice stripped of its former authority. “Ava, are you hurt? Did he hurt you?” My daughter, the little girl who once adored her father, flinched away. She buried herself in my embrace, her small body trembling like a frightened pup.

Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate? All this aside, I am really thankful for all your support and I hope to write many more stories for you guys, I hope I will do it sooner or maybe later. Please leave your views about this book in the comments. Your comments encourage the writers. Even if there is a moment where writer feels like giving up, your words turn into a pillar of support. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny

she says while busy taking her graham ice cream. I suddenly frowned. "Who's father and daughter? Why are you stressed about that father and daughter bond? Who is them?" "What? Did I say something father and daughter?" she asked as if she was still surprised by my question to her. "Yes, there is. Hello, are you with me Brianna Eleanor Garcia? It's like your brain is traveling right now to that father and daughter's whereabouts, huh?" I suspiciously state.