Daughter In Addams Family Novels & Stories

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.

Logically, I knew there wouldn’t have been a way to find her, but that didn’t prevent me feeling as if I should have done more. “The other children?” I asked as I sat in Lucas’s lap, my arms around him. “Annabelle and Deven, are they alive?” “The guard said there were four wolves, I assume the other two were them. Adam didn’t say. He only came to issue a challenge on behalf of my daughter. Goddess, Selene, I have a daughter!” “That’s wonderful, Lucas.” I smiled. “Please tell me you didn’t accept Adam’s challenge though. We can’t take her brother from her just when you have her back.”

My hand shook on the doorknob. So that was the truth. I quietly stepped back and walked away. I stood by the window at the end of the hallway for a long time. The next day, relatives heard Mom was hospitalized and came to visit. The room was packed. Fruit baskets and flower bouquets filled every corner. Mom lay in bed dramatically talking about how hard she'd worked raising her two daughters. Sophie stood beside her, carefully helping her drink water. The perfect mother-daughter scene. Once everyone had gathered, I cleared my throat. "Since the whole family's here, tell me if this sounds fair."

Except Anastasia, who simply lowered her head back to her sketchpad. I was beginning to really like Anastasia. "You. what." Lisa spat out "You stabbed my son" she said through gritted teeth, before standing up and started walking around the table towards me I immediately stood up instinctively, as I sensed her aggression. Nikolai stood up as well. "Mother. Stop. I'm not going to say this again" Nikolai ordered Lisa didn't care, she didn't listen to him. She kept walking towards me with murderous eyes "You came into my sons life, took his money, accepted his kindness, and you repaided him my stabbing him" she poured so much hostility into her voice

I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady.

"Baby, are you home?" No answer. The lock clicked and Damien was there. "Where's Lyra?" I asked immediately. He gave a lazy smirk. "How should I know? When Selene and I returned a few hours ago, she was not there. Perhaps she went in search of her mother who could not even bother to come home. I froze. "What are you talking about? She's eighteen, Damien. She's still a child." Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed his arms. “ like mother, like daughter,” he sneered. You vanish all night and come back like that, and now your daughter is gone. Real mother of the year."

Dad pulled out his phone with shaking hands to call 911, but Mom lunged forward and grabbed it. "Don't! You can't call anyone!" Her voice cracked with tears. "If people find out she's dead, they'll say we abused her! Beau hasn't been born yet... We can't have this on our record!" "She's our daughter!" Dad roared, losing his temper with Mom for the first time ever. "Look at her! She's only seven years old! How can you be so heartless?!" He shoved Mom aside and dialed 911, choking out our address through his sobs.

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

"She is our daughter—not some cursed relic to be hidden behind stone and warded gates!" Tarek didn't flinch. "I have stood beside you on every battlefield, Xavier. I bled under your banner. But you know I speak not out of cowardice—only survival. If she ignites something we can't extinguish..." Councilwoman Maldra leaned forward, voice like broken glass. "She may no longer be yours," she said grimly. "She may be Flame incarnate. The Codex warned of a child that remembers—not one that obeys."