Daughter Manga Novels & Stories

It's not your birth, is it? The girl arches her eyebrow and gives me an understanding smile, she pulls her long brown hair up to the top of her head and ties it back. The well"drawn face makes me wonder if she's not some famous actress in a retreat or something, the blue eyes are so clear that they remind me of the cloudless sky of New York, but also remind me of Aurora. Yes, they are similar from some angles. "Sorry, Amelia. My name is Melissa and I need help giving birth to Vicenzo's mare and not mine."

Her hair is white at the roots and singed at the tips. Ceres (gently kneeling, voice soft): "You're safe now. Can you hear me, little one?" The girl's eyes flutter open. She doesn't speak. Her irises burn violet-gold for a flash before dulling. There's a strange mark on her collarbone—half sun, half moon, encircled by flame. Maera (recoiling slightly): "Umbra-Flame mark... and something else. An echo. This child... she's not just marked. She's born of ritual."

She looked at him from behind her heavy eyelids from fatigue and exhaustion and the dry blood in her mind wanted to surrender, she could no longer fight, but her tongue did not obey her, because as soon as she opened her mouth until she heard her voice resounding in the place "My name is Kira. I'm Kira, Arsene's daughter, Stefan's sister, shepherd and Damien's girlfriend. Then I screamed at her throat. I'm Kira, Arsene's daughter, Stefan's sister, shepherd, Damian's girlfriend, not your lover, Lamara, I'm not that bitch to Amara, I never will be." He smiled at her with absolute meekness and then raised his eyes to his walk and moved away, leaving her at their mercy again, screaming full of h

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

I met the fearful eyes of Damon. “I had a dream well, more like a vision and our daughter showed me what we have to look forward to” I said. “Her name is Thea,” I said smiling. I brought my fingers to his face and traced his jaw line. My eyes softened as I looked into his eyes. “Thea Lucia Montaforta and she will be the most beautiful little girl we have ever laid eyes on, Dark hair, Streaked with silver, Big silver eyes and a laugh that could melt even the coldest of heart’s” I said softly as I smiled at Damon. His eyes stayed locked on mine, a smile twitched at the corners of his lips and I could see joy in his eyes but I could also feel his fear down the mate bond.

She was a 15-year-old girl with black bangs and wearing a black shirt. “Um, you are...” The girl with bangs immediately introduced herself. “Natsuki Sena, Mrs Rikka’s loyal companion, me-“ “Member of the Cadet Division, 366th rank,” Rikka cut her off. “Eh? Mrs Rikka?” They laughed a little at the young Higashinese girl’s silly behavior.

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?

For a moment, her eyes flickered, as if she had just realized something. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew it! You've been reborn, too!" Then, she looked at me arrogantly. "Do you even know why you were able to come back to life? It's because you're my daughter! As the daughter of the heroine, even if you die a few times, you'll still keep coming back! Fate keeps giving us these second chances so we can finally find the perfect way to make your dad regret leaving me!" I could tell she had completely lost her mind. I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead.

I hurried in that direction, and when I entered the small, colorful room, I found Lila sitting morosely in the corner. Lila’s dark hair, so perfectly styled into cute little braids with bows at the ends this morning, was disheveled. Her shirt with the unicorn on it was rumpled, and she had dirt on her knees. She looked like she’d had a scuffle with another kid. “What happened?” I asked, dropping to a crouch in front of my daughter. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Lila sniffled and pointed behind me, toward a woman and a little boy standing on the other side of the room. “Tommy said I’m a bastard who doesn’t have a daddy. And he called you a… a… slut. So we got into a fight.”

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.