Novel & Cerita Daughter Breeding

she asked and I nodded before ruffling the top of her head and she giggled. “Okay then. Bye,” she replied and skipped over to where she sat. Then she took her iPad and continued gaming while she took her ice cream. Her legs danced in delight just a few feet above the floor and I smiled to myself while I watched her. “She’s really adorable and smart. I like her” Dax said as he joined me and I looked at him. “I know right? We love her so much” I replied. “Clarissa is really lucky to have her as a daughter,” he told me and I felt a weight in my chest as I watched Sally. She was his daughter but he had no idea and I doubted if he would ever know the truth.

But I’m starting to tremble, full of guilt and stress. “You’re going to be fine,” she tells me steadily, smiling. “You don’t know that,” I argue in a near whisper. “I’ve lost everything. I can’t support him without my shop.” “You have support now. Here–with us! Don’t you see?” She waves a hand toward the ceiling. “Dalia is one of eight siblings if you can believe it. The oldest, too. She loves babies and will make the best mother one day, but she’s eighteen and far too young to find her mate yet, so for now, this is a dream for her. Let her dote on–” she pauses, arching a brow at me. “What is your son’s name?”

she laughed as I placed my daughter in her arms. "Of course not it is very fitting that the newest crowned Heir is my daughter Her Royal Highness Princess Merida Sinclair." I announced as my mother smiled down lost the bliss of her newborn granddaughter. My father peered over her shoulder in joy. Danny also gazed adoringly at the newest royal and I left them as I moved towards my mate. She was silently taking in the strong village that was embracing our pup, it was easy to see our daughter was already fiercely loved. Rori stood and moved to take in her niece.

She said with a pout. “No, you and Kuya Almond are our babies, okay?” Zayden countered his daughter. The two of them frowned and started eating. “Good morning, babe.” He turned to me and kissed me on the lips. I greeted him back and took care of his food. My beautiful daughter’s name is Zerain Alexa Moreno. She’s so beautiful, just like her dad. They both have fluffy cheeks, so people are always delighted to see them. Even our friends. My mom and dad are so happy for them. So is Zayden’s mom, Mommy. They said we were made for each other. Oh, how painful it was to give birth.

"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?"

Faina Green Two years had passed since Michael Holloway first walked through the door of our home, and the mansion had found a strange, fragile rhythm. The chaos of the quintuplets — now eight years old and twice as loud — still filled every hallway, but Darya had changed. At fourteen, my daughter was no longer the little girl who ran to me with scraped knees and endless questions. She had grown tall and graceful, with my curly blonde hair and Heros’s sharp green eyes. Her movements carried a quiet confidence that squeezed my chest with both pride and fear at the same time.

she laughed. “But your daughter is so big now, there’s hardly room for her anymore. And the way she’s positioned and ready for birth now makes it hard to see her face.” She put the ultrasound away and took all kinds of measurements of Allison’s stomach, before she put on a pair of latex gloves and prepared to check between her legs. Fuck! Keep your focus straight, Aaron. This is not some freaky porn movie. “Thank God,” I mumbled to myself when she was done.

She said proudly, eyes growing sad. "That's cool," I said, and she beamed. The girl nodded before speaking up again. "You kept saying Casey while you were sleeping. Who is Casey?" She asked innocently. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Casey's name and I suddenly felt so sad that she wasn't here with me. "She's my daughter" The girl gasped. "But you look so young to have a daughter!" I chuckled. "Yeah I know. I'm pretty young" "Can I meet her?" She asked looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I was about to speak when the door opened to reveal Mrs John and Andrea behind her.

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

"We're sorry your daughter has been expelled, but you need to reflect on yourself for faking injuries and threatening the school. Now you've even lost your job… People like you who break the rules will be outcasts everywhere." Ms. Watson snorted, stepped forward, and leaned down, towering over my daughter. My daughter flinched, burying herself in my arms. "Bad upbringing leads to bad kids!" Ms. Watson whispered into my daughter's ear, her voice soft yet filled with malice. "Of course a morally corrupt mother wouldn't raise a good kid. You little liar." "Shut your mouth!" My face went red, and my fingers gripped the doorframe so tightly they hurt.