Book Woman's Daughter Novels & Stories

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

"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.

They were both active members of the Ladies' Bridge Club and I assumed they just didn't see me sitting there. “No,” the second woman said, taking her seat. “What about her? Who is she?” “She's Libby's daughter” the first woman explained. “She just graduated college.” “Oh, yes. I remember. Dark hair. Quiet.” “She's pregnant,” the first woman announced, her voice haughty and condescending. “No!” “Yes. And by Richard Smoke's boy.” “You mean the little boy that used to eat dirt?” the second woman asked. “He's grown now and manages the feed lot, but yes.”

“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.

Just like that? Her hazel eyes are so dark, she’s not smiling like the rest of them, my mother is beside her, her wavy brown hair cascading down her shoulders. My father is stoic, though there’s a little hard smile playing on the corner of his lips. Is there more to their gang that I don’t know about? Who’s the woman? And, why won’t no body talk about her? What the fuck did she actually do? The woman’s holding a book, clearly etched on her hand, as though no one should know the content. I stare at it, confused, and angry.

I spent a while talking to her while she told me about her problems, but she also made an observation to me. “I can sense that something is tormenting her, I don't know what she might be going through. I have worked in the kingdom, I can stand how difficult it must be to live under so many rules, women are always subject to the demands of their husbands, but you... she said and smiled. "You are the daughter of King Henry, one of the most powerful, no one can hurt you." I appreciated her words, I don't know why, but talking to that woman changed something inside me, and something occurred to me.