Novel & Cerita Call Your Daughter Home

“We will discuss this when you return.” “You don’t have to.” Bella began. “You will return home,” he cut in smoothly. “Do not argue, Bella.” There it was, the command beneath the calm tone. “You are my daughter,” he continued evenly. “When I call, you answer. That is how this works.” “Yes, Father,” Bella said quietly. “Good,” he replied. “Someone will be there shortly. Be ready.” The line went dead. Bella stared at her phone for a second longer than necessary. Even after being gone all night, all he cared about was reputation.

I hadn't eaten since yesterday, I had to fill a lot of forms. Should I call my parents?. She is still their daughter, I maybe not but I don't have any right to say that they can't see Sitara. I took out my phone and clicked on Dad. It rang for 4 times before I heard my dad's calm voice"Hello, Dawn. You never call,Is everything okay" my dad wasn't very happy because whatever happened to me involved his side of the family and let me tell you there is nothing he loves more than his family, not the family he created.

He swallowed hard, and he slid quietly and carefully from the bed, moving like a man avoiding the creak of floorboards. When he got to somewhere secure enough, he spoke with a hush into the phone. “I told you never to call me when I’m home.” A soft giggle answered him next, smooth and knowing, but the words that followed the laughter were like bombs; they hit him hard with a cold leg. shaking weight, “Relax, lover. Just wanted to say… your daughter isn’t your only child.”

"I won't." I walk out after requesting lasagna with mashed potatoes and baked chicken for dinner. Making my way out onto the porch, my phone starts ringing, startling me in the process. The caller ID shows Dave calling, one of Malias' friends. "Taylor here," I answered, picking up. "Where are you, chicka?"

He drawled and took his phone out of his pocket and started calling someone. When whoever it was picked up he put it on speaker and turned the phone in my direction so I could see who he was calling. The name on the screen was no other than my father. Don Carlisle. "I'm having trouble containing your daughter. She claims you don't want her here." He said, twisting my words but I was more interested in what my father would say. "Ignore her, you know young women these days she's just resisting a bit she would be submissive soon" My father's voice boomed through the speaker.

She had just given her daughter a call this morning and she was fine then. Even if she could not come home because of her shoots, she would still call her daughter every day. Especially at night before bed, she would definitely go on a video call with her daughter. “You still have the audacity to ask when this happened? Let me tell you this. If you still want this daughter of yours, you know what you should do!” Eugene had flown into a rage. After saying everything he needed to, he ended the call. He gripped the phone in his hand tightly, breathing heavily and angrily. He wanted to say something else but realized belatedly that he had already ended the call.

“How much did I even drink last night?” Ring. Ring. I frown “Seriously?” I grabbed my phone. “Hello?” “My daughter,” a cold voice said, “is that how you answer calls?” My blood ran cold. “Dad… I’m sorry. I didn’t see your name.” “Get ready,” he said. “I’ll be home in a few hours. With your in-laws.” The call ended. I just stood there staring at the phone, Speechless.

I’m on the verge of going into heat, and I just wish he was here right now. “Mama!” my daughter’s voice called out, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned my head and looked at her, her round cheeks puffed adorably as she stood there pouting. “Hello, my little angel. What’s wrong?” I asked softly. “Dada, Mommy! Dada!” she said, her little voice almost scolding. That did it. I couldn’t help but smile, even though my heart ached. “You know what? That’s it,” I muttered, reaching for my phone. “I’m calling Osborne and telling him to come home. His daughter and I miss him way too much.”

“If you don’t make that call right now, your son will show you how much pain it can cause.” Judy’s eyes grew wide as she stared down at the device being pressed against Bradley’s arm. Rome opened Judy’s purse for her. “Your phone,” Rome prodded. Judy reached woodenly into her bag and pulled out her cell. She held it in front of her face and stared at it blankly. “Your daughter,” Rome reminded her. “Call your daughter.” Judy didn’t know what else to do, so she punched Leesa’s programmed number. The phone rang a few times and then went to voice mail.

I need his accurate confession of how it started and why he did it. I decided to go home alone. I was on my way when I received a phone call. Someone is calling me. It's an unregistered number in my contact. "Hello," I said to the caller. I waited for the voice to answer me but all I could hear was the sounds of ocean waves like the caller is sailing. "Hello! If you won't talk, don't fucking call me!" I shouted and about to cut off the call when the caller finally talks. "Lucy, my daughter, I'm back!" It's my dad.