Daughter In Asl Novels & Stories

“Can you say it again, baby?” Isabella offered another string of gargled sounds, making Ellis squeal and squeeze her. “Such a good girl! So smart. Can you say ‘daddy’?” She repeated the words a few words at the confused scrunch of her daughter’s face. “dadadadada,” Little Isabella cried, clapping her hands, her tail waving in delight. She liked this game because the sounds earned her hugs. Athena nudged her father and placed a hand over his stomach.

Asmaira froze, watching her small daughter apologize with an innocence and maturity that belied her age. The sight of those brown eyes and the slight dimple in her cheek made her heart race; it had been years since she last saw her. Raina was a baby when Asmaira last held her; now she was walking and talking. Asmaira had missed it all—Raina's first word, her first step—all the precious moments a mother lives for. She had been absent from her daughter’s life.

My jaw dropped. The girl… was the Alpha’s daughter.

She added and almost immediately, her eyes caught sight of said figure approaching from behind Leonica. “Daddy!” She yelled, running towards his open arms just like Ashely had done. Arvan instantly accepted his daughter’s hug, scooping her up and giving her and turn around. “How’s my princess doing?” He asked, setting her back down. “I’m good,” Smiling, the little girl pointed to Ashely and Leonica. “Look, it’s Ashley’s mom.” Hearing her name mentioned, Leonica turned around, a smile instantly spreading across her lips at the sight of the familiar faces.

Ella and Daniel followed her inside. “Lillian Daniella Ashfield, come back here right now, or else I won’t give you any food,” Ella shouted. But her daughter paid no heed to her mother’s words and slammed the door shut, which made Ella close her eyes. Her daughter never behaved like this. Though she could be notorious from time to time, she has always been polite and a good kid.

Ruby: "Anna, sweetheart, what's happening? Why are you so upset?" Damian asked, reaching out to gently touch his daughter's trembling shoulder. His brows furrowed, and his eyes filled with worry as he searched her face for answers. Tears streamed down Anna's cheeks as she tried to compose herself, her voice shaking with emotion. "It's nothing, Daddy," she managed to choke out between sobs. "I just miss Mommy so much. I need her."

The daughter said and smiled. “Baby?’ David was confused “Yes, didn’t you know?” “Know what?” David was confused, what baby is the daughter talking about. “She has been pregnant for 6 weeks now”

he responded. "Bridgette... come here," Billina, in a sweet voice, called out her daughter and she crawled towards the glass door, cooing at her mother. "Bridgette, listen to me... look at mommy," Billina tried to get her attention by snapping her fingers and Bridgette seems to show excitement by tapping on the glass door. "She will not listen to you. Of course, she is your daughter," Ashton said annoyed. "Really? A minute ago she was our daughter... now she is just mine?" Billina responded, irritated.

"Good one, dad. No one would want me, but since you don't have anything, I'd better be on my way. I shouldn't leave Allen waiting too long. Love you! Have a great day today! And don't work too hard. Oh, and man, take care of him, would you?" "Of course I will. Have a good first day, Ashly." Says Man. Adom frowned, not liking how his daughter thinks so little of herself sometimes. Sighing, he hugged Ashly and kissed her on the head. "Be safe, okay? I love you." Ashly smiled and walked out the door to her beautiful black Honda Accord. Tossing her bag in the back seat, Ashly made her way to Allen.

Clarisse lifted her chin, stuck out her dirty shoe, and planted her hands on her hips as she glared at Maeve. "Not only do you have to kneel and apologize—you have to kneel down and lick my shoes clean! My mom said raising you is like raising a puppy. Puppies lick their owner's shoes. That's only natural!" Before my eyes, my daughter—who had always been proud and obsessed with cleanliness—actually bent her knees and assumed the posture of kneeling down to lick the shoe. "Maeve, don't!" I grabbed her at once and pressed my hands firmly on her shoulders. "Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. You're Mommy's precious girl. Don't believe them. You're not a bastard."