Book Woman's Daughter Novels & Stories

For years after her little sister was born Ruby Rowan was treated as nothing more than a servant in her adopted parent’s home. Miracle was praised, loved, and was seen as the “perfect daughter”. Meanwhile Ruby was verbally berated ,ignored, and was the family's punching bag. But then Miracle makes the mistake of taking away the last person she thought cared about her. Her boyfriend. Brandon Franklin was the ‘perfect’ man, handsome, caring, spoiling her with gifts and holding her while she cried. But that was all a lie. He was cheating with her sister, behind her back for three years of their five year relationship. But what happens when she's pushed to her breaking point?

Stepping inside the cottage, the scent gets replaced with simmering stew from the kitchen. The woven rug feels cold under my feet, I stare at the wooden beams that line the ceiling. There's a small sofa in the center, a handmade quilt draped over it. Behind the chair is a bookshelf lined with spell books and potions. I can inhale her scent, exactly the way I remembered it. “Hello mother.” The woman with graying hair on the sofa looks up at me, a grim smile on her lips. “Hello, daughter, did you bring my book?” “Yes. I did.”

The image of Donga rose in my mind like smoke. Tall, cruel, eyes like knives. The man who ripped the innocence from my childhood, who used me like a tool to cement his empire of fear. He never saw me as his daughter. Only property. Only leverage. And now he was the target. The only problem I had noticed with Lorenzo was that he was too straightforward and too headstrong while the man that should be my father was a sly snake. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, as if I could block out the storm in my mind. What if Donga played on that? What if he twisted it, the way he twists everything?

A heavy, suffocating quiet descended over the entire dining room, so dense it felt like a physical weight pressing down on our chests. My father stared at me, his chest heaving under his tailored suit jacket, his dark eyes wide as the horrifying reality finally sank into his mind. The fragile, submissive, and broken daughter he had spent years conditioning, the girl he had systematically isolated, stripped of agency, and prepared to trade away to another family was completely gone. In her place stood a woman built of steel and fire, holding the high ground in his own home.

"What?" "Nothing you should be worried about," I said softly, walking into the library to join the others who were already in. Elle was already at the library lectern, her hands on it. "I need something related to Princess Ivy, daughter of Queen Rida Red." She shrugged and stepped back. The catalogue glowed, and a small violet and grey book descended from the sets of flying books and floated in front of me. "It worked," I said, trying to reach out for it. The moment my fingers graced it, it electrocuted me. I flinched back, falling into Ace's waiting arms. "Great, another problem."

"You get them to safety. Promise me." "As you wish, your Majesty." The Valkyrie pounced on my mates and I ripped my hand from Caspian's, sprinting to the edge of Katharine's power. I heard them scream my name. Heard Caspian cursing each one of my girls and Julian roaring that they were dooming me. Mikaela cried, her sobs almost breaking her chest open. But I focused on my daughter instead. On the power vibrating off of her in great waves. "It is you and me until the very end, baby girl."

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.

“You’re stressing about something like this, madam. Let me take care of it, eh?” With annoyance, there is an urge inside of my heart to show him that I am not a damsel in distress. Well, technically, he didn’t say that but all my life, I’ve never had a man to solve my problems. It’s always been me. Always be up to me if how the hell I am going to respond on it. “ You sure about that?” I asked as I ignited the cigarette and copy what he did earlier. The president’s daughter, dressed in her pink office suit is smoking under the roof of the presidential mansion.

- The girl nodded. -Although only the first part of the novel, the other part of the manuscript is still being written so I don't know the end but I liked the story a lot, I want to know what happens with their daughter and the wolf that she claims. I admire the protagonist. She is very efficient and strong, and she doesn't care what others say about her- -Oh, it sounds interesting, Izen will take it- he announced to the wolf, putting the manuscript inside her tunic.

Bami screamed instinctively. But it was too late. It was too late the minute they opened the door of this storeroom and stepped into this place. It was too late, for he did it before she was able to get the words out. . . THE SEASON FINALE. THE FINAL PART OF THE BOOK. Name: MY WOMAN, MY POSSESSION. Subtitle: THE RISE OF QUEEN LYRA.