Daughter From Incredibles Novels & Stories

Bryan’s remark annoyed me to no end. I was wrong about him. He hit on Mom, and it was not recent, either. Mom pushed me to the ground, the broken shard on the floor piercing into my back. An excruciating pain washed over me. Without looking at me, Mom cupped Bryan’s face between her hands. “Does it hurt, Bryan? Let me blow the pain away.” They made me sick to my stomach. Despite her years on earth, Mom lost all reason and turned against me, her daughter, for a man.

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

I had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

"The Martinez family?" "You dare lay a hand on my daughter? There won't be a Martinez family for much longer."

"Yeah, it's fucking rare, but it does happen sometimes. It could happen with her. She's young and healthy, and she has a lot to live for. She wants to live. I know she does." Kyra shakes her head. "I just don't want you to get hurt, Dad. You know I want Mom back just as much as you do. But all this stuff scares me. Experimental drugs? I don't want anything bad to happen to either one of you. At least now... she's peaceful. She's sleeping." Her voice cracks with emotion, and I reach across the couch and grab her hand without even thinking if it will raise a red flag.

“Grandpa showed me how to use the replay thing!” The screen flickered to life, showing the local news station logo. My stomach dropped as I recognized the familiar setting of Rainbow Claw Training Camp. “This is Lara Atwood reporting from Rainbow Claw Training Camp,” the reporter said. “We’re here covering an extraordinary demonstration by one of the camp’s youngest participants.” “That’s me!” Debbie pointed at the screen, bouncing on the sofa. “Look, Mommy! I’m on TV!” The camera panned across the training field, and there was my five-year-old daughter in the center, wearing her training uniform. She looked so small compared to the other figure entering the sparring ring—a teenage boy at le

I heard my father chuckle. "Son, this isn't the time to joke," he replied. "Father, I am not joking. Kiaria Wright, the adopted daughter of Winston and Sakura Wright, is the biological daughter of the High Priestess. The locket among her belongings when she was left in the care of the Wright's proves her birthright." I expected my father to say something right away, but there was a long pause.

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.

Just then, there was a knock on the door “Come in”I said “Oh good! Here she is” I turned around and saw her. She was so pretty and gorgeous. Her eyes looked so innocent as if she was born today. Her skin tone was bright like the morning sun. Our eyes stared at each other for sometime until mom broke the silence. “Good morning son” “Good morning mom” “How are you?” “I’m fine” “Where is your dad?” “He is with the doctor” “Hope everything is well?” “Yes. Mom, who is she”I said pointing at the caretaker