Chuckys Daughter Novels & Stories

Scarlett looked puzzled and said, “What? Of course, I’m going up to the office!” Chuck was relieved but looked up to find the group of people was walking towards him, and the woman in front was staring right at him. The woman approached him and said, “Chuck, it’s you, right? Oh, I wasn’t even sure. It’s been a long time, and you’ve grown into such a handsome young man!” The woman was so enthusiastic that she stepped forward and looked at Chuck with soft eyes. Chuck smiled a polite and sweet smile, “Oh, hi. I wasn’t sure it’s you, either. You are getting more beautiful, too.” Scarlett watched their casual greetings and stood back automatically. “Oh, thank you, Chuck. You’re always so sweet. S

"Yes, sweetheart. Mon Dieu, where have you been?" "I have been cleaning." She walked up to the table and Charlotte could see a pretty teenager with jet black hair that was very straight and long, reaching her waistline. Her round face complemented her one-sided dimple and small red lips. Her face looked smiley and one would surely conclude even though she is just leaving a crime scene covered in blood that she is very innocent with those green glassy eyes. "Miss Charlotte, meet my daughter, Chelsea. She has been the one in charge of cleaning since our former cleaner left. Chelsea, meet Charlotte, our new cleaner."

He looked up to find his mother standing at the door with a pleased smile on her face. "Oh dear, give it a break, will you? It's past working hours, you should be out having fun. The night is still long," Marissa said as she walked towards him. "I heard you made it at work today. Congratulations. I knew you still had it in you." "Thanks," Zack said, closing his laptop to look at his mother. Knowing her, he knew she would have something to say. "By the way," his mother continued. "Have you heard of Chloe of Barrel Firm? She is Barrel's first daughter. She is 26 and is very pretty. You might want to check out I***a."

The day I got the callback for my second interview, my mother, Sara Bingley, came home with two bags. "You're about to start your job for real, and that means dressing professionally. I bought you girls a suit each, one for each of you, fair and square." Molly Pitcher happily took her bag. Inside was a fitted, deep navy suit, sharp and clearly not cheap. What landed in my hands was an ill-fitting black suit pulled from the clearance rack, so oversized the sleeves swallowed the backs of my hands. Mom smiled and touched my cheek. "Cathy, you'll still grow. I bought it big on purpose. Give it two years, and it'll fit just right. I went to I don't know how many malls just to track down that

As the sun set on that bright day, Cinderella and Chelsea sat together, enjoying a cup of hot cocoa. Chelsea's mind was still on Dave; she was guessing how she could complete her study and get back to the country. Since her dad was the only one she could ask about Dave's behavior recently towards them,she decided to call him. Chelsea helped her daughter to her room when she started dozing off. She relaxed herself comfortably on her couch and dialed her dad's number. ********

Zac was preparing to leave the office when he received a call from his mother, who asked him to meet her for afternoon tea. As soon as Zac entered the most high-end afternoon tea room on the West Street, Mary immediately introduced the person seated next to her. "Zac, darling, do you still remember Aunt Tracy in the United States? This is her daughter Cherry. She had just graduated from Columbia University and come to Dragon City for her career development."

Zach noticed how Chloe had left the cafeteria irritated but cared not to bother. The moment she walked out he swatted her hands off his body. "You sure your dad wants you to come for this meeting instead of him?" Zach's phone read and with a smile, the lady nodded. "Then let's go straight to it, I hate noisy places," Zach told her and stood from the chair. She felt a bit embarrassed by this, and still she tried to act cool. "Lovell Wyoming, the daughter of one of his Asian greatest business partners.

“Dad are you okay?”Cass asked when he kept on coughing, choking on his own saliva.“Yes...Yes.Sorry about that.How old are you Cheryl?”he asked.“Sixteen,”she answered.Sixteen years old.That was the exact amount of time Hermione had left town or less.His heart was racing.“Thats great,I don't know any Hermione from that time though,”he said.“Oh,I don't know,”she said smiling.“Anyway it was very lovely having you over.I'll invite you next time when my wife and daughter are around too.Cass,make sure she is home safe,”he said.He hugged her,patted Cass on the back then watched as they left.Hermione Jones.She took up her father's name again?He should have guessed.A 16 year old daughter.He had to mee

I held his gaze once more, completely unaware of why he was looking at me like that all of a sudden. “Fay… As in Colby Fay? Are you… Are you his daughter?” Mason barked out a laugh, so loud I flinched. “Look at that, Milo.” He turned to look at his brother, patting him on the shoulder. “She’s the White Fox’s daughter. So, the rumors were true, eh? Feck, your old man did sell you out.” I clenched my fists by my side, not wanting them to know they had hit a sensitive spot. If this were any other moment in the past, I would have snapped at them immediately. But now that Archie and I were on good terms, it didn’t bother me anymore.

When she found out that she needed chemotherapy, she threw a tantrum by smashing things. "I'm not doing chemo! I don't want to be ugly! Get Sienna here right away! Get that wretch to give me her bone marrow."