Daughters From Despicable Me Novels & Stories

“HOW DARE YOU, MOM? YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE TO MY MATE.” I didn’t finish my sentence; she interrupted me with a witchy chortle. “HAHAHA YOUR MATE? LITTLE GIRL MICHAEL IS MINE. HE BELONGS TO ME AND ME ALONE, MY DEAR DAUGHTER.” Her voice had taken on a demonic timbre.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret. If your daughter wants, the role of the little Léa Moreau can be hers. Don’t worry, it’s not a big part, won’t affect her going to kindergarten or living a normal life.” Esther: “You telling me no doesn’t work—I’m not the one in charge here…” “You are in charge!” Before Esther could finish refusing, the little pink bundle decisively cut her off. “Mommy, whatever you say goes. I’ll listen to you!” Mommy?! No way, this kid… “Do you like acting?” Just as he suspected, they were mother and daughter—no wonder they looked so much alike. When the little girl’s eyes sparkled as she stared at him but stayed silent, Mathieu quickly added, “You can act with Mommy!”

Set voiced my thoughts. "The other daughters do get the magic, but it is not as strong since they have more of their father’s genes. You see, in the firstborn, the mother’s genes are so prominent that all of the first daughters are a carbon copy of their mother. While the subsequent ones are more on the father or a mix. Think of it like that, the first daughter is the alpha, and the subsequent ones are the betas." Avo explained giving us an analogy that we understood.

His wife, a Duchess in her own right, was a petite woman with thick curly hair and bright green eyes that were her husband’s greatest weakness. Each daughter was a miniature version of one parent. Abigail took after her mother, with a mass of dark curls and clear green eyes – unlike her mother, however, her curls were wild, escaping any attempt to corral them. Little Rose was a tiny replica of her father, right down to the kindness in her dark eyes. Dupont nudged Grayson. “Abigail doesn’t appear to be part troll, at least.” Grayson blushed in response. He thought she was quite pretty.

He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness. Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She was chained to the cold, iron bars, her magical powers suppressed by dark enchantments.

As thoughts bubbled up, I saw Meeran striking my chest, aiming to rip my heart out, and I allowed myself to steal one final glimpse at my daughter. Gosh, is she amazing! She embodies the best of Larissa and me. She is all I wanted and imagined her to be—and even more. She looks a lot like me, but her eyes and hair colour are more on Larissa’s maternal side. She is kind-hearted but fierce, tender and empathetic but witty and strong. I see that Merlius trained her well.

They looked almost my Mira's age, human age I mean. " Hi! " the one supporting the other boy waved at me. I smiled at him sheepishly as the other one, who was kind of drooling tried to acknowledge my presence as well. I smiled and nodded at him. " That's Kian and Xen, Mamma. You know, they are from Chemora as well. Why did you not tell me anything? Mamma? Why did you not talk about this place before? " How was I to explain to my sweet little daughter the despicable truth behind her birth? Not to forget the loss of my own powers accompanied with prolonged amnesia.

He couldn’t believe that he had a half sister. King Desmond stared at Demonise intently. Demonise showed her fangs and hissed. That convinces him that the girl is his daughter. The girl had his blood of a vampire and a—beast. But he knows that his daughter is a hybrid of six genes. And thus, making his daughter the chosen one, and the Gifted Hybrid. And that means his daughter is the most powerful creature on this planet. The creature they are planning to kill because everyone believes that the creature is the end of them all. Now, can he kill his own blood?

She didn’t know whether to be relieved or think that spelled trouble. “Rowanne, I want you to meet the girls who service our gladiators. Or will do, when they win.” She tittered behind her hand. “The whore in the middle is my daughter, Eithne, and I despair of her sluttish ways. Remind me, my dear, who is the one with the pockmarks?” “Isabel,” she replied, with dignity, “and this is Ava. We are all princesses in our own right.”

Fiona then spots a lady coming down the basement stairs, “Who are you miss?, please help me. Delilah comes down and stroked Fiona’s hair as the child’s leg was chained to a chair, she wasn’t going to let this girl escape as her last victim attempted before, no not this time, she had planned well She thought… “My name is Delilah, and am your father’s former PA, and sweetie you are?, Delilah developed a cunning smirk on her face as she spoke to the young girl. “You are bad, don’t touch me!” Fiona screamed, Delilah gets annoyed and used the little girl’s to lift her up the ground by pulling it, She then goes ahead to video as she continued to abuse the child. “Your mum’s just a bitch, I remembe