Baki Author Daughter Novels & Stories

That way, Luna, you can try a little bit of everything and choose what you like… My father was looking at me intently, trying to understand what was going on. I sighed softly, looking at him, not knowing where to begin. Alexander squeezed my hand in his, a gesture of support. Alexander: Dada, your daughter, my Luna… she’s had so few choices in her life… for her… even things that might seem simple to us, like reading is simple, it’s impossible… She’s tasted so little in her life… everything is new to her.

Bianca held her daughter’s gaze. She thought about what her father had written. You came from that. Whatever you have survived, you survived it with the same stubbornness I have. She thought about Zoe at five in a hospital and at seven asking if she could add the salt and at ten correcting a government framework in a margin note and now writing three pages at six in the morning that would be delivered to forty-three countries. She picked up her coffee. She looked at the frame. She looked at her daughter. She looked at Ethan coming down the stairs, slightly wrong from sleep, who saw their faces and read the room correctly without a word.

"I don't think it’s that black and white. You're not related to her. Even though you babysat her, and she called you uncle, you were still just a friend, Tor. That's what you have to focus on. You're a friend who helped your friends take care of their kid because they were only fifteen years old when they had her. You were just a kid yourself. You pretty much grew up with her. None of this is a normal situation, so how could there have been a normal result?" I lean my elbows on the table and put my pounding head in my hands. "I don't know. I just want us to be able to be together and be happy, but I feel like people will crucify me." "Stop beating yourself up, Toren. You haven't done anythin

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now

Noah said, his voice dropping to that low, dangerous register that reminded me so much of Damon. "She is my daughter!" Henna screamed. "And as long as she lives under my roof, she is restricted! She is grounded indefinitely. No phone. No computer. No books that haven't been vetted by the ministry. And if I see you—or any of you—so much as look at her through a window, I will file a restraining order that will follow you to the grave!"

Age six. Mother: Naomi Wells. No father listed. ​ My chest tightens strangely. Naomi, Naomi, with trembling hands. Naomi with eyes full of history. ​ “Naomi Wells…” I murmur, testing the sound on my tongue like a puzzle piece that refuses to fit. The name doesn’t spark recognition. ​ But the woman? The woman pulls at something buried deep. ​ Rain streaks softly against my window, thin rivulets of silver beneath the city lights. I exhale and rest the pen against my chest.

Anne’s POV The banging from the door gave rise to a groan from my tired lips. At first I found it hard to get my eyes opened due to the tedious work I had to put myself in the previous day, but when the bang came even louder than the first, I sprang to my feet in rage. Ava, my 5 year old daughter, grumbled in her sleep as she tossed to the other side of the tiny bed in discomfort. With the temper still in me, I marched to the door, but on opening the door, all the rage I thought I had in me melted immediately.

Her tears roll down her cheeks. Flashback Sapphire Sky runs around happily playing with her toys. Sapphire was the happiest kid on earth. She has everything she ever wanted in life. Maids, nannies, and guards worship her like some kind of God. She is the only daughter of the most respected billionaire in the whole of California, Mr sky. He is loved by all because he treated everyone equally even if he is extremely wealthy. Sapphire rushed to embrace her parents when she saw them walking into the mansion. "Mum! Dad!" She embraces them happily.

He had to be my Dad’s age if not a little older. I smiled politely as I reached them, and my Dad placed his arm around my shoulder in what felt like quite a proud gesture. “Bailey, this is the former Alpha of Autumn Valley Pack, Isaak Garcia. Isaak, this is my eldest daughter Bailey.” I smiled politely again, offering my hand to him to shake. “Pleased to meet you, Alpha.”

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.