Novel & Cerita Daughter From The Croods

The baby girl that I am extremely proud of. She is a smart little girl and I couldn’t be prouder of her. She a daddy’s girl and I love every second of it. When he comes home from work and she runs to him to cuddle him. My heart still skips a beat every time I see them cuddling up. She looks so much like Ethan. It is unbelievable. I wake up in the hotel and when I look around I see Leah still asleep on her little bed next to me. She’s on her tummy, just like her daddy. I place a soft kiss on her head and I walk to the small kitchen and I make some coffee.

In the deep forest, Rosa wakeup to the loud sound of flapping birds. Rosa's long ponytail is in mess, some of her hair stuck on her forehead and neck. She was sweating a lot last night and there were some cuts on her face and arms. When she opens her eyes, she saw a lot of colorful birds in front of her. They were small and cute, making Rosa remember her daughter, Damia. Sudden tears fall from her eyes. She misses her daughter. She wonders if Damia is missing her and will have a tantrum with Louis.

and beneath it, another sign that read "Welcome back home, Dad/Father-in-law/Grandpa!" I looked at Daniel and took Ethan by the arm to accompany me to where he was. I took Mathew into my arms, and he took Emma. We heard the door open again, and everyone began to applaud and create an enthusiastic atmosphere. I looked at my companions and headed toward the center of attention. "Where's my beautiful daughter?" I heard my father's voice above the others. Everyone made way and formed an aisle between my father and us. My father looked at me and smiled so broadly that I was forced to smile as well. He looked much better, tanned, and rejuvenated.

I’m not sure I could even find my way back to the room from which I came. The Great Mother opens a large door at the end of the stairwell. I can smell the woods. The damp rotting leaves on the woods floor. The stagnant smell of bog moss and water. The hum of insects and frogs playing their symphonies of the night. Once I pass through the threshold I’m in the middle of the woods. The door sprouts out of a gnarled oak tree that looks like it is older than the woods. As my mother shuts the door it disappears leaving no trace of its existence. There is a clearing ahead with a fire casting shadows on the trees that circle the opening. My robes drag through twigs and leaves loudly rustling as I ma

Summer woke up to my parents hugging each other in tears. She said mockingly, "You can drop the act. Even if Sienna is alive, she won't want to be your daughter. You two were much crueller than I was. Sienna wouldn't have been so miserable if it weren't for you two." Summer no longer cared about anything. Every single sentence she said was to provoke them. In the end, my parents left the hospital in a huff. They spent the next few days handling my funeral.

I yelled back, but my voice was shaking. Behind me, my daughter clutched my clothes tightly, her tiny body trembling with fear and shame. "Lying?" Director Lee sneered and gestured at my small, shabby apartment. "Ms. Sanders, don't push your luck. I'm here today to give you a piece of advice. Don’t let us see you near the school again, or..." She paused and shifted her gaze to my daughter, her smile turning icy. "We can’t guarantee that your daughter won’t accidentally fall down the stairs and get hurt."

Matteo and Elena stood on either side of me at the top of the wide staircase with a smile plastered on their faces. Everything was happening way too fast. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming on such short notice. Twenty-six years ago we lost our daughter whom many of you knew as our little star. Today, she has come home. Please welcome my daughter, Clover Eleanor Rossi, heir to the Rossi Empire.” Applause rolled over me like thunder. I clutched the banister, my knees weak. Elena squeezed my hand once before letting go. After the introduction, people approached at my side in waves and I continouly shook hands, and murmured “thank you” every passing minute.

I turn, conscious of the obvious erection in my pants that Brooke keeps staring at. It's a woman, late twenties, tall, maybe five-ten, brunette hair in a loose pony, and green eyes to die for. She's wearing civilian-style utility clothes, that 511 stuff. It's easy to make out the fit body underneath. She's also my daughter. Oh shit. My cock fades instantly and Brook goes back to selling swampland. I'm conscious that my mouth is hanging open. I close it as my daughter laughs lightly. "I guess you don't read all the emails, do you?"

"Mr. Cross's daughter. Such a sweet child." My stomach flipped. A daughter. Damien had mentioned her briefly, but somehow the reality of meeting her made everything feel more real. More complicated. I stood from the couch, smoothing down my borrowed sweater. Through the window, I watched a black SUV pull up. Damien emerged from the driver's side, and my breath caught. He looked different. Softer somehow. When he opened the back door, a little girl tumbled out in a burst of energy and laughter. She couldn't have been more than six years old. Dark curls bounced around her shoulders as she jumped into Damien's arms. She wore pink leggings, sparkly sneakers, and a jacket covered in unicorn patch

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.