Chuckys Daughter Novels & Stories

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."

Two hours after returning from the beach, Annabelle was driving her car to Bayswater town with the windows down. Chucky was on the passenger seat, his head half protruding out of the window, pink tongue lolling adorably from his gaping jaw. She had music blaring from the speakers, singing off-tune to a rock song by Green Day, her blonde hair flying wildly.

He slowly uttered as a sinister smile started to reveal itself on his lips. "Yes boss, and I'm telling you, boss. She's smoking hot and she loves wearing this cowboy short shorts and shirts, with a f-ing boots on!" Duke excitedly told him. "You sure that's his daughter?" "Yes boss, I background checked your chubby guy and I accidentally trip on his family background. Him and his wife, they had a divorce 15 years ago but they had a daughter, she's age 20 and a college student at... I forgot where she'd studying but I know that she's working as a bartender in a bar called Elysium Bar, pretty creative." Duke sarcastically and laughed like a maniac.

“Because Chuck is a siren,” I told her gently. “He made you believe that he was your mate. He made you fall in love with him.” She let out a breath. “What? Sirens are still around?” I nodded. “Apparently, yeah. And Chuck is one of them. He made you fall in love with him… we aren’t entirely sure why, but your father is going to figure it out.” “Wait, my dad knows about this?” She asked, her eyes wide with horror. “How long have you all known??”

"That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this." ... The ballroom was warm and loud when I pushed through the heavy doors. Chandeliers blazed overhead. Father's cigar smoke curled toward the ceiling. They were celebrating—Bianca's confirmation as Blackwell heir, her takeover of the East Coast operations starting Monday. My arrival dropped the temperature in the room. Mother stood at the head table, champagne flute in hand. Her smile cracked when she saw me. "Gemma?" She set down the glass. Her hand landed on my drenched shoulder, light as dusting off a coat. "You're soaking. Why didn't you call ahead?"

I gritted out trying to reign my anger, making my father raise an eyebrow. "Go on?" He said. "He has abused his half daughter." I let out in a very angry tone. Clenching my fists to try and control my anger. "Half daughter?" He asked with furrowed brows. Right, I forgot that no one knew about that. "Yes, half daughter. Lady Nyx is his half daughter. And he has been whipping her. Her back is so scared from it. It is Horrendous.*" I let out more anger than I had intended. My father raised his eyebrows in understanding.