Book Woman's Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

She nods, “You can read it yourselves, and I’ll answer any questions you might have.” She hands the book to George, who takes it cautiously, unsure how strong the book was. She points to the paragraph in question and he reads it aloud. “A death-borne daughter will be sent to a foreign land upon her eighteenth summer. This land will cause deep sorrow and many great hardships to fall upon her. She will know great pain, within and without. But she will return to a place of honour, greater than from whence she came. Many years will have passed, and her gift will have grown. She will be the source of many blessings for her people.”

“You committed to this coven your unwavering loyalty. You must remember that.” “I stand by my word, Great Mother.” I say solemnly. “Time reveals all truths.” The Great Mother says. She reaches into the folds of her robe and retrieves a well worn book. “This is the first book taught to the girls being raised in our homes. It is enchanted and can only be read by a member of the coven. To an outsider it would be a copy of whatever book they are most familiar with. An illusion that feeds on their own imaginative energy.” She places the book in my outstretched hand.

I walked away from the dress shop, I stopped to look at my map and make sure I was heading in the right direction. I walked in the direction the map was suggesting. When I arrived, I saw a cute older lady inside with a dusting brush. The bookstore seems quaint and antique. I was looking for a vintage book that I heard Hunter used to love as kid. The book is very old, it was published in 1821 so perhaps his grandmother used to read it to him? I only heard him mention it to my mother. Father’s Day is soon, and I want to get him a gift. It is called “The Two Doves and The Owl.”

Raina continued to read, and when her eyes fell on the next page, a gasp left her lips. “The page…” she remarked, her heart racing. “It’s gone. It looks like someone had intentionally burned it off.” I furrowed my eyebrows as I glanced at the page. What did daughters of the moon mean? And why was Raina’s mark under that subtitle? Who would have burnt off the page of this book? And why that particular part? Something was definitely fishy. Was my father hiding something? Was he the one who burnt off that part? If he did… why did he pretend like he didn’t know anything about Raina’s mark?

"You're wrong. No matter how much this world tries to stop me—no matter how you try to erase or alter my memories—you'll never win as long as I still remember Mary." Gabriel subconsciously took a step backward and released his hold on my wrist. "Where are you going?" he roared. "I already told you that you're not allowed to go anywhere without my permission!" Just then, the interrogation room door slammed open. The young police officer looked ecstatic as he dashed into the room, breaking up the suffocating confrontation between Gabriel and me. "We've found her, Ms. Wilson! We found your daughter on the amusement park's surveillance footage!"

"Just play along in front of Lily. Pretend you're the maid and I'm the lady of the house. Just for today. Please. After her father died, the kids at school looked down on her. I can't bear for her to find out her own mother is just a housekeeper. It will break her. Ms. Wolfe — for what my husband did for you — please. Just this once." I looked at her for a few seconds. Then I smiled. "Alice. What makes you think I would help you?" The color drained from her face. I didn't stop. "For Leo's sake, I gave you a job that paid four times the going rate. I treated you and your daughter like family. And what did you do? You brought your daughter into my home. You let her insult me. You let her tape

“You think you’re writing a new chapter, Miss Petrova. But blood remembers. It drags us back.” Anya smiled—sharp and quiet. “I’m not writing a new chapter. I’m closing the book.” She turned to go. But Dasha’s final words stopped her at the threshold: “If you walk away from this name, from me, Milan will rise. And he will not show your daughter mercy.” Anya didn’t look back. Her voice floated like steel over glass: “Then he’ll find out how dangerous a forgotten daughter can be.” She left the conservatory without another word.

I shot back, upset that he was yelling at me in front of this man. “You know nothing!” Father replied almost immediately. He finally walked away from the window and went to his library of books. He didn't say anything for a while, he was searching for a book. I blinked, waiting for him to say something. Finally, he found what he was looking for because he pulled a big book out from the shelf and dropped it on the table. “Kyra Dew is the daughter of Dew Fredrick Gem.” He began. My gaze didn't leave him for a second. “So?” I asked.

I found him so cool whenever he shared his faith with the whole family. I marched right up to the bays and handed my card to a teenager cashier at the counter to make a purchase. She was wearing a cute and tiny hairpin on the left side of her ear, her above shoulder-length black hair made her even more gorgeous. "Hello, Miss Astrid! It is good to see you here again." She cheerfully greeted me while placing my books on a paper bag printed with the name of the shop. "Hello, Marianne! Are you done with your class already?" She is the daughter of Mrs. Williams, who owned this bookstore.