Beetlejuice Daughter Novels & Stories

She encouraged her daughter to snatch Kaze away. To her surprise, Snow made no progress at all, and Kaze was spending time with another woman in Riverbank, taking a shower together! May was upset. She scolded through the phone, “Kaze Lee, you are a playboy who deserves the worst!” “Aunt May, please listen to me. The one who talked to you just now is Buffy Gwake, the daughter of the deputy chief of the Viper’s Den South River Branch, Jude Gwake. We are just friends and she’s staying at my place because something happened in her family…”

I angrily exclaimed, "Unfortunately, her wishful thinking went wrong!" "I feel sorry for my mom! She was the only daughter of the Keller family in Gerby. I pity her misfortune! She fell for Byron Chandler. What's even more ridiculous is that she took care of Jocelyn Marrow and her daughter for him. It's simply... absurd!" Beatrice started shaking violently again, completely unable to control herself.

"Don't worry, dear. It's not your fault. Listen, I don't have much time. You'll be leaving soon, and I'll regret it if I keep talking about things that don't matter anymore. It's been a pleasure to meet you. I know you've made many mistakes, but don't worry about them. They've shaped you into who you are now, and don't be afraid to take risks. My daughter loves you for who you are, Ethan. Take good care of each other, alright, sweetheart?" I nodded, not fully grasping what she was telling me. "Tell them I love them very much. Everything will be alright, dear." She gently caressed my cheek, and I felt how incredibly soft her touch was. I nodded a few times and smiled. She laughed. "What?" I a

"This is Bev's daughter? She's already this big?" "Yes, she's two years old," Tabitha replied. "Bev has only been gone for three years, and she already has a two-year-old daughter?" Heather was equally shocked by the news. "Could it be that Bev was already pregnant when she left?" "That's impossible, Heather," Tabitha said urgently. "She's James' daughter, and he treasures her like his most precious possession." Evan left the hospital room with Lucas, and together, they headed straight for the hotel.

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That petite body of hers, those plump pink lips, so inviting and seductive, her innocent looks… Yet, somehow she had this strong aura that could make any man obey her orders with just as much as a wink. I was doomed, but I was starting to make peace with my decision. Colby would have to forgive me for doing this, but I would also guarantee he would be proud of me for making his daughter happy. I was going to at least try. No matter how broken or damaged I was, or how f*cked up my life was. For Rosie, I would try my hardest. As we finally headed inside to start getting ready for the night, I let her go ahead first and take a shower since she’d need more time to have her hair and makeup done.

Lucas snorted, then burst out laughing. "I'm not even sure it's my child. Julia Reeves exposed your daughter's depravity in front of the entire mall, you know? She told them that your daughter was a college prostitute and had become a regular at the lecture hall for good grades. Isn't your daughter just like you?" Lucas said with his eyes bulging. Thomas could no longer contain his anger. He grabbed Bella by her long hair and dragged her to the back of the mansion. Bella's screams echoed and no one wanted to help her. She was taken by her father into a room, and after that, only screams of pain could be heard.

Shadows that looked suspiciously like coffins. "Where are you going?" He called after me. Without giving him a response, I went to my daughter's room who is fast asleep. We just got back from the hospital since the money for the surgery is yet to be settled. I turned the handle of her room slowly, easing the door open with a gentleness that belied the panic thrumming through my veins. The room was dark except for the soft breath of her sleep. Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.