Damon And Elena Daughter Novels & Stories

Elena started, then seemed to catch herself, as she shook her head and continued speaking. "Well, since he was very small. He doesn't warm up to people easily." "What happened to his mother?" I asked quietly, not sure if it was appropriate but unable to stop myself from wondering. Elena's face grew sad as she took a deep breath and continued speaking. "It was very difficult," she said. "A traumatic birth, complications the doctors couldn't prevent. Damon was devastated." "How old was Lucas when it happened?" "Just a baby," Elena said. "Too young to remember her, unfortunately."

After two years. "Dada.." Elena ran towards her father as soon Damien stepped out of his car. "Elena" Damien lifted his daughter into his arms and balanced his briefcase with the other one. Elena Bishop is the apple of her father's eyes. Damien loves her to bits. Adrian Bishop is his son. Adrian is more mature for his age. He is standing near the entrance and greeted his father like a 5 years old boy. "Good evening dad" Adrian pronounced each word perfectly. Damien smiled gently at his son.

They looked almost my Mira's age, human age I mean. " Hi! " the one supporting the other boy waved at me. I smiled at him sheepishly as the other one, who was kind of drooling tried to acknowledge my presence as well. I smiled and nodded at him. " That's Kian and Xen, Mamma. You know, they are from Chemora as well. Why did you not tell me anything? Mamma? Why did you not talk about this place before? " How was I to explain to my sweet little daughter the despicable truth behind her birth? Not to forget the loss of my own powers accompanied with prolonged amnesia.

Elara The whispers began almost immediately. Rather than helping me climb to my feet or taking the vase from my hands, the onlookers turned to each other, not even bothering to hide their cruel words. “Is that the Omega who became the Donovan Luna?” someone murmured. “Why wasn’t Alpha Alaric by her side?” Another whispered, “Is that Alaric’s missing daughter who got swapped at birth?” “She’s so unruly for an Alpha’s daughter,” one older woman scoffed. “I wonder if it has anything to do with her Omega upbringing…”

Celeste. The beloved daughter of the Royalcrest Pack Alpha. Damon’s ex, his first love. The one the Pack rumored to be the mother of his child. She was everything I wasn’t: beautiful, poised, elegant, from a strong bloodline. She was the prized daughter of the Royalcrest Pack. A once lost heir now returned. Everyone loved talking about her beautiful life’s story, tales of her once being lost but finally, after a decade of searching, reuniting with her true family to live happily ever after.

“This is what Elara did to save your life. It is two years you have been getting blood donations. She has sacrificed everything, her health, her body, herself, to keep you alive. She is thankful, not this indignation. And if she can get pregnant once, she can again. Be lucky and grateful you are alive.” Damien turned on him, and his eyes were flashing with anger. "Stay out of this, Adrian! This is between me and my wife!" His voice was keen, and pierced the room like ice. “I did not beg her to donate blood all these years! She did it on her own! And now... now she has gone too far!” I could feel my chest tightening and my tears flowed freely. “Don't say so, Damien... please... I did it for y

I looked at Damien. He was looking at my face. At whatever was happening to my face. “Elena,” he said. His voice reached me through the voice in my head from a distance. “What is happening?” I could not answer immediately. Because the voice was saying something. Something specific. Something that began with a name I recognised. My name. My full name. Elena Lunara Voss. And then something after it that I had not been told and had not found in any record and had not heard from my mother or Mace or Coran or anyone in the entire extraordinary day that had just happened.

"Your daughter? My mother died twenty-five years ago." "Your adoptive mother died, Elena," Diana said, a cold, maternal smile touching her lips. "Nathaniel Vance didn't just steal you from Astoria to match his grandson. He stole you from my private fertility clinic in the Capital. Your biological father wasn't an Astorian guard. He was my late husband, Arthur Sterling. And you, Elena, have his eyes. You are the majority shareholder of the Sterling Group, Elena. And your son Leo... is the legal heir to my entire pharmaceutical empire."

I responded. I'm sure that even though they are brothers, Damian Bennett is far better than his brother. At least, Damian never looked down on Ariana because of her social status. He had always been a wonderful friend to her, always there whenever she needed him. He cared about Ariana and her family, and I was certain Damian would make a good husband for her. Ah, six years ago? Then who is the father of her daughter? Shit, I can see Nathan's features all over Elena, Lillian. Don't lie to me." Mom's voice was filled with disbelief.

Through the first night. Present. Committed. Loving. The father I'd hoped he'd be. The partner I'd needed him to be. We'd gotten married yesterday. Started fresh. Committed to each other again. And now we had a daughter. Elena Rose. Perfect. Healthy. Ours. Mabel gave birth to a healthy baby girl. She named her Elena, after her mother. And Damian was by her side the entire time. Just as he'd promised. Just as he'd always be.