Book Woman's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Nelly, by the time you see this I'll be long gone. I'm sorry for doing this to you but I couldn't give my son to that monster. You've heard the rumors about him and what he's capable of. I can't let my little boy grow up to be like him. So when he came for his child, I gave him your daughter. He didn't know the gender of the baby I was carrying. As a girl, your daughter will live like a princess. Fathers love their daughters and protect them. You have nothing to worry about now. I hope you'll forgive me for doing this to you. One day I'll repay you for this but until then, don't hate me too much. Fab." The piece of paper floats away from my hands, down to the floor as I start shaking. From

That’s when I noticed it. Among the rows of oddly colored books, there was one that didn’t quite fit. While the others looked more like props—too uniform, too unnatural—this one stood out. It looked real. A Daughter’s Revenge by Alona Jane B. Cruz. I squinted at it for a moment, hesitating before reaching out. Slowly, I pulled it from the shelf, feeling the weight of it in my hands, then noticed the uneven gap it left behind. My breath hitched slightly as I placed it into the indented space in the middle of the shelf.

She says, her eyes seems eager for it. “What’s going to happen after all this, are you going to be done with your book, with your writing stuffs?” She shakes her head. “I got a million books playing out in my head so no, I will move on to the next book in the series.” “Which is?” I raise an eyebrow. “It’s Isabella’s book, the daughter of Gwen.” My eyes widen immediately, “Wait, wait. The name is the daughter of Gwen? And why are you writing about her, a little child.”

I turned and a strange woman stood there, her eyes fixed on me so hard my stomach twisted. “Can I speak to you for a second?” she whispered, glancing toward the children as though the walls had ears. I straightened, frowning. “Do I… know you?” Her lips trembled, but her words came steady. “No. But I know you. You’re the daughter of the Black family.” The stack of books slipped from my arms, thudding against the floor. It was as though the air had been sucked out of the room. “W…what?” My voice cracked, brittle and too loud. “The daughter of… who?”

Only then did Kelvin notice Jillian. There was a nerve pulsing on her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her entire body was trembling violently like a leaf being buffeted by the wind. "Who is that woman, Daddy? Why are you holding her hand? Tell me that she's just your friend. Hurry and tell me that she's not my new mother. I don't have a mother anymore since Sienna left. It's only supposed to be you and me from now on…" No matter how fiercely Jillian tried to deny the truth, Kelvin's mistress, Maisie Ferrera, continued to cling to his arm affectionately. "Is this your daughter, honey?" she asked coquettishly. "She's so pretty. She looks just like you."

Meanwhile, the other party is chatting nonstop about the characters in the book but they completely paid attention to one of the cannon fodders in the original novel. They already knew that the story already began but they still felt awful when they saw the mother and daughter relationship. The mother is so vicious that she even made her daughter do her awful so called task. So she could hold a countless notes in her hands again by selling her daughter body to her rich customer. The daughter is greedy of wealth too so she did not paid extra attention to her situation, if she really find out the truth or after they did the task her mother was talking about. Xia Yu already bet. Xing Xing will

Calla’s Daughter – POV The bookstore smelled like paper and rain. Not a chain store. Not polished shelves or corporate signs. Just an old converted train depot with crooked floorboards and a chalkboard outside that read: “Tonight: The Girl in the Photograph – A Reading.” I almost didn’t show up. Even though I was the girl. Even though I’d written the book. Even though River had flown in, Melinda was already seated in the front row, and Carrie had helped organize the entire thing with a thousand checklists and two backup microphones.

But she was not. Taking the book, Scarlet analyzed it and felt a sharp pain in her heart. The book dropped over the floor and opened emitting strong dazzling light that pierced through her eyes. She was feeling a strong pain in her heart and her head started throbbing. But composing her leaning figure, she held the book again and stuffed it in the bag. Exciting the room, she rushed downstairs at the same pace; slow and coordinated. She left the house without even saying goodbye to her parents. “She needs help. I am certain now.” Bob muttered and Jessica kept on looking at the door which her daughter left ajar while leaving the house. She kept looking at the disappearing figure of her daughte

I kept the book on the shelf and left. A few minutes later a cute, girl came running out of the library and called me from behind. “ Miss! Please wait.” I stopped and waited for her to catch up with me.” “ What do you want?” I asked her. “ I am the librarian’s daughter. Our library is not doing that well these days. I am ready to sell you the book you wanted.” Saying so she thrust the book in my hand. I gave her the cheque. I knew I could just come back some other time and destroy the book but it was a good opportunity to help the poor librarian.

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.