Chuckys Daughter Novels & Stories

He is slowly falling in love with Sam. The woman was so beautiful and have a charm he can’t resist. Only fools who couldn’t notice her Goddess-like beauty of hers. And he was just a normal guy. The glass door of Chime Shoppe opened. The chime hanging in the middle rings. Chuck entered. He then returned the photos inside the brown envelope and kept them beside the cash register. Chuck sat down on the stool. As usual, he sifted a patty for Chuck’s cheeseburger and gave him coffee afterward.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

Hana sighed but nodded as John loaded up her plate. “Besides, why would you want Silvercloud for a mate? Maybe our pup will be your mate,” Chuck winked at my daughter. “But he’s not even born. And might not even be a he,” Hana huffed as she started to eat her frustration. “Yes, well, he’s sure to be a better mate than Jonathan,” Chuck laughed.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

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.

This was something he had waited years to say. It was just too bad that his daughter wasn’t going to be by his side after he had finally kicked Regina and Chloe out of his life. “Lucious, what are you saying, Chloe is our daughter,” Regina said when she found her voice. She stood up and approached Lucious in an effort to convince him that Chloe was their daughter. “I knew the day Chloe and Chase turned one that she wasn’t my daughter neither was she yours,” Lucious said. He suddenly grabbed Regina by her wrist and pushed her roughly to the wall making her wince in pain.

"I know... I’m really sorry. I don’t have anyone to ask for help but his nephew." Mrs. Willis' distraught expression was not because she was appalled by Clara’s decision, but rather because she had discovered that Daphne was in danger. The woman had been a friend to her, as she could see the sincerity in teaching Chuck. Because of that, she just gave her a nod while they both trotted to Chuck’s room. As soon as they got inside his room, Chuck fumbled through his things, searching for something. He opened his cabinet and looked out for the exclusive computer set that he had received from his uncle. The second he found it, he perched it on his desk and typed something on its keyboard.

The sound was jarring in the quiet room, and both of them jumped. Greyson glanced at the screen and felt his blood turn to ice. Unknown number, but he recognized the pattern. His father's people used burner phones, changed numbers frequently, but there was always something about the way they contacted him that made his skin crawl. "I should take this," he said, his voice tight. "Grey, don't..." Cassie started, but he was already answering. "Hello." "Greyson." The voice was smooth, professional, and completely unfamiliar. "My name is Chuck. I work for your father."

Because he was on the verge of breaking the final time, "My mother brags to my grandma, while I lie here as if nothing has happened." How, how can two moms converse in such a manner as if it were a regular discussion between them? Is this what they want me to become as well, like chatting about the weather or how you feel when you get up from a nap? To go insane and lose my mind? "My daughter, Chicka, you win this round!" My grandma yells at me, and I attempt to rise, but there's a pool of blood beneath me where the bullet went through; I'm not sure if it's still there or if it went through; either way, I don't care; I don't want this life anymore.

Hearing Isabella's voice from the background, Charvie wasn't surprised to hear her voice but was confused by the words she had said. “I am not in San Francisco, so even if I shot a gun the bullet won't reach halfway through the road, tell me what you all have in mind, I might be good to help you with it.” She knew their silly tricks, who knows if they had asked her to give the password to Cruz Hayes's account this time, they didn't even have any idea that the man they had sent their daughter to that night, was the one they wanted to shamelessly become part of his family.