Chucky Daughter Novels & Stories

To be honest with myself, I didn't just find her really attractive, my feelings for her was deeper than that. Astonishing as it might be, about six months ago, I wouldn't have believed that I would spare the daughter of Anthony Hunter for more than one second. For several years, I had mused and dreamt of how I'd destroy and wreck havoc on every werewolf soul for killing every one I'd ever loved and for ruining my childhood and hopefully not, my life. Then about a year ago, I'd found out about Hillary, one of the surviving daughters of Anthony Hunter, who had been under the supervision of Anthony's Luna—Gladys.

And he could see me, clearly. His lips curled up into a smile, before he repeated what he said. “Sorry, you are standing on my daughter’s bunny.” That phrase alone confused me. “Your daughter’s what?” He pointed down to my feet, beneath it was a perfectly pink plush bunny rabbit. I lifted my feet from it, bent down to pick it up, dusting off any mud. The initials A. P were etched into the side of it.

Half breed? “Great Mother!” My mother pleads. “Do not call her that, please!” “It is you who lays with dogs!” Cassiphone spits venomously. “It is unfortunate your daughter pays the price, but the truth is the truth.” My mother bites back a sob and remains silent. I feel my anger begin to boil to the surface. “We will see tonight if Hecate has blessed you. She often turns away from children who are touched by other Goddesses.” Cassiphone says angrily.

I was off my chair in a second. “With his third wife, he had one daughter.” Cyber’s head lifted as I hovered over his shoulder. “One daughter Daniella. Studied medicine, no one has seen her for years though. Not since she was involved in a real nasty stalker case involving an ex who killed himself. A daughter who looks a lot like Gypsy.”

“Honey, we all belong to him. You’re just another toy to add to his collection.” “Yes, but she is ‘special’,” another girl said. She was as beautiful as the rest, but her skin was the color of dark chocolate. “The daughter of his enemy.” Elise said, “She’s not that special. I bet she doesn’t know how to fuck to save her life.” “But let us not forget who her father killed.” The dark-skinned woman continued. They formed a circle around me. I’ve never felt like prey as I did at that moment. “Who?” I panted. “Whom did he kill?” My father killed countless werewolves, and he didn’t keep a list.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?? Look, I agree that you helped last night. And thanks a lot for that. But, it doesn't mean you can say whatever you like… Did I ask you to help me?? Argh… I hate the moment when I decided to go there…'' by saying this I left the place. My mood got worse as the mighty billionaire interfered with my personal life. He indeed helped me last night, but it doesn't mean he can say whatever he pleased. His bungalow was familiar to me as I went there to take care of his little sister. She was partially paralysed in a motor accident. As a medical student, I got this job as a part-time nurse for her. Unlike Leonard, his sister Laura was very sweet and funny. She was

On her wedding day, my adopted daughter, Sophie Bennett, runs off after transferring the 300-thousand-dollar down payment her fiance, Ethan Carter, has saved for their new home. A few days earlier, while sorting through her old belongings, she discovers her adoption papers. After reading too many stories about domineering billionaires and runaway heirs, she is convinced that she is the long-lost biological daughter of a billionaire. Determined to reclaim her place among the elite and marry a powerful man, she steals the down payment and spreads lies online, accusing her adoptive parents of imprisoning and abusing her. It isn't until my biological daughter appears before me that I reali

Panic clawed at my throat as I fumbled to turn her to her side. Just then, the door burst open. Candy. She froze for half a second…then her scream shattered the air. “What did you do to my daughter?!” I looked up, stunned. “I…I didn’t…” “She’s allergic to chocolate!” Candy shrieked, her eyes blazing. “Why would you give her chocolate, you witch?!” I froze, horror washing over me. “I didn’t know. Candy, I swear I didn’t know! I’m sorry… I have something upstairs, a shot…please, let’s take her upstairs—”

Jay Voices spill from the living room just off from the grand staircase, screaming for my attention. I turn toward them and find Madison near the fireplace, with her arms wrapped around herself so tightly that it makes my chest burn obsessively. Her face is pale, her body trembles but she won’t back down through her sheer stubbornness alone. She's an Alpha’s daughter, her blood thick with determination and long line of legacy. I almost admire it.

Tom Hulce nodded casually. "Cherry, come to Daddy." He waved his hand, calling the little girl to him. Cherry ran to him, hugging her doll and saying, "Daddy, this doll is so beautiful. Can you buy it for me?" Tom Hulce pursed his lips, realizing that he hadn't been paying much attention to his daughter lately, and it was only fair to do something to make up for it. He nodded, trying to form a compassionate smile, and stroked Cherry's long hair. Just then, he suddenly noticed a sad little girl standing a few steps away.