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Elliot remained utterly still, only the slight tightening of his fingers on his book betraying his shock. "You're going to be the Queen," Buck finally managed, his voice uncharacteristically small. “No Queen Consort, the next true Queen of Moon’s Fall will be his Heir and daughter.” His mother replied firmly. "Daughter?" Buck's voice rose in pitch. "The King has a daughter?" Phoebe's expression shifted to one of mild surprise. "Yes, of course. Princess Elizabeth. She's in your year at the Academy. I believe she is 12 years old. It’s to hide who she really is."

She was Celosia Ferner, the daughter of Duke Ferner, one of the prestigious nobles in the vampire race. As the daughter of a duke, her life felt like a princess, didn't it? Just lacking the formal title. Now that a genuine one showed up, it was like a basin of cold water splashed on her head, reminding her she wasn't a true princess. No matter how close she was to the few queens, in the end, she was still not a true royal.

With light steps, I approach him and grab him from behind, lifting his small body in the air and showering his plump cheek with kisses. " Yes, my little love?" I ask, taking the kissing session to her belly. He laughs, squirms and protests the onslaught of affection he receives. " Attention." Says, grabbing my face with both little hands. He does this whenever he wants my full concentration and like the doting mother that I am, I completely defeat myself. I end the kisses and put him on the ground, kneeling in front of him. "Speak up, son." "I want Dora." My smile widens at the abbreviation of the cousin's name. Dora is actually Isadora. Amélia's daughter with Henrico who is turning one toda

Ella Sinders had been timid and weak; Juliet Montague was bold and fierce. It had been Fae who’d given her the ability to walk into that room and fool everyone. Like the fairy godmother she was named for, Fae had built up Ella’s confidence. If she hadn’t found those paintings, she might still be cowering in the corner somewhere. Now, she was willing to face her enemies head on.

Callan and I start to growl at her, her smile is vicious. “Are you boys looking for my daughter? She did not come home but, I will tell you now, she is not your whore! Go fuck a mutt! Leave her alone!” she snarls. I had a feeling that I might face her, my father warned me about her, her father had told him, that he had a daughter that went dark years ago. He gave me a pill with powerful magic that blocks a dark one's attack. She closes her eyes and starts chanting, as she is distracted, we decided to try and drive away. Suddenly we felt something pulling on the car. It feel as if something has attached an anchor to the car and turned us into sitting ducks.

Cutting it up and then putting maple syrup on it, she poured her daughter a glass of milk and brought it to the table. Normally, the cook would have done this, but Ana wanted to take care of her daughter today and the servants were preparing for the party in the grand hall. In the meantime, Alyssa had covered her chuckling father's face with kisses and given him a number of hugs. He loved their daughter deeply and was so protective of her. "When I grow up, I am gonna be a bright yellow butterfly." She proudly informed her father of this and looked up at her mother. "Can I mama? Can I be a yellow butterfly?"

Then, Joe began to give a speech on the stage, “To my dearest daughter-“ Ann knew this was for Vivian, but how she wished this was for her. Ann felt herself on the verge of tears, but just then, Vivian bumped into her shoulders as she walked past her with a smirk. Vivian went upstage. Her gaze pierced through Ann’s heart. Joe continued, “My darling Vivian, I really wish you all the happiness, but please, do come home often.” “Sorry, father, I was busy, just like your other daughter,” Vivian smiled gently. Obviously, she was satirizing Ann. But Ann stared at them without moving. She didn't care about Vivian. She was just touched by this scene. “Oh, it seems like you are very jealous. Right, l

“Zel, my friend!” Taking a peek while hiding from his father, Cent saw a Santa-clause-like man sitting behind a large wooden desk, an eyeglass dangling from his large nose. Friend? Does my father really have a friend? Dude, shut up! “Please have a seat.” Scoffing, her father let her take the seat first before he sat next to her. “Kirk, this is my daughter, Maleficent. Half-human and half me.”

I never specifically asked to become Cinderella before the magic words. There are little twists in my story. Father left my mother for a skinny model who is a single mother, then stole me from my mother by sending her to jail and assuming my full custody. As if my life wasn’t ruined enough, he left the skinny model a year later to be with a business partner of his, the final villain of my story. My father’s new wife, Gretta Gomez Jones. He married my father shortly after his separation with the skinny model. I was fresh out of high school then, and badly wanted to run away.

My father leaned back into his chair, he looked directly into Hecate's grey eyes. "Hecate I admire your courage and dedication to my daughter. Let me just remind you that she is not an ordinary woman. She is the crown princess of Greece. She is destined to be a Ruler, a Queen." My father said in his regal voice. "And given the history of the two of you, I'm a little apprehensive. I saw how broken and wrecked she is five years ago, and as a father, it pains me to see her in that state. But I cannot lie, I can see how much my daughter loves you, and I can also see how much you love her."