Daughter From The Croods Novels & Stories

Dimple said as she walked in hr father's living and dropped in the couch and crossed her legs elegantly, she was a high-class woman the only daughter to his father, and she was spoiled and had everything she had ever wanted even when she was little and lately, her father wasn't giving her what she wanted “And why are you here… Aren't you supposed to be in Europe”Crawford asked with a frown as he extended his arm to get his glasses off vodka and took a sip as he fixed his gaze on his daughter whom he had sent away, so she couldn't cause any trouble for his new business “Well what I want is here daddy, so I came back”she said with a smirk and gestured for the helpers who rushed to her and star

Her hair whipped in the wind, eyes chasms of green. Katharine. Julian, Mikaela and Caspian took a step back, watching my daughter unleash her powers in a brutal display. Sadness stung my nose and throat. With a flick of her wrist, Katharine sent more debris tumbling to the lawn, crushing the flowers we had grown together below. That wasn't my daughter. That was the purest form of magic there was. Power in its truest form. I turned towards my mates. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," I spoke to Julian. "I am sorry that I have been utterly stubborn since the day you met me. But she is my daughter. My only flesh and blood. If I give up on her, there will be no one left in her corner."

Their daughter appears in the doorway, her curly hair bouncing as she runs towards them. “Mommy! Daddy!” she exclaims, her face lighting up with excitement. “What are you doing?” Carol quickly hops off the desk, smoothing out her clothes. “Just talking, sweetheart.” Damien crouches down to scoop their daughter into his arms, spinning her around as she giggles. “What about you, little miss? What have you been up to?” “I was drawing!” she says proudly, holding up a crumpled piece of paper covered in colorful scribbles. “Look! It’s our family!”

A woman with barely nothing covering her body, walked in magnificently, swaying her full hips. "Sedunasti." Dad spits, standing alert. I look from the two of them confusingly. She wasn't alone. We were being surrounded by past fifty men, in red strange clothings. "Mr. Christian Crofus, today I come in peace... I just want my daughter back." The woman utters, looking at her nails like it was the prettiest thing in the world. My dad scoffs "Like that will ever happen!" My mother? ...I must say that she is the most beautiful enchanting creature, I have ever seen.

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

But Richards next word of having a daughter froze him , like every other member of the pack . " Dau...daughter ?" Marcus was unsure . " Yes , a daughter .A daughter is finally born in Blue moon pack .Aint the pillars of pack melting ?" Richard mocked . Marcus hated his guts .But today nor he or Fire were in no mood to fight . His heart was filled in enthusiasm as a sudden way of joy followed through his vein as he took his daughter in his shivering arms .