David Goggins Daughter Novels & Stories

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

“And you?” Amara lifted her chin, eyes steady. “My name is Amara Linton. A man I trusted stole my daughter and lied about her death. Another man decided to weaponize that grief to hurt the person protecting us. I will not be broken by their violence or their narratives. I have my daughter. We have the truth. We will use both.” There was a heartbeat of quiet that felt like a held breath. Then Rhea hit stop on the recorder. The watcher across the street lowered his camera, studying them. Measuring. Choosing. Slowly, he faded back into the stream of pedestrians, disappearing like a idea that couldn’t find an easy angle.

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

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

I cross my legs and spread my arms on the back of the sofa assuming a comfortable position. "Let me Jog your memory shall we?Where should I start? She's homeless you know why? because She got kicked out by YOU at a young age because you can't accept her uniqueness. She's small and emanciated from malnutrition but you know what? she's still the most loving and selfless woman you will meet-" "Stop! That dumb and stupid girl is not my daughter. I was surprise she was still alive! I thought she was already dead because with that kind of brain she will not survive at all. " David exclaimed.

Therefore, it would be hard for people to treat him as the bad guy. Even Marlee's daughter Peggy, a seven or eight-year-old girl, liked David. Otherwise, she would not take the initiative to talk to him and ask to keep him around. David decided to stay and soon he got along with Marlee and her daughter. He also found out that the beautiful woman's name was Marlee Jung. The little girl's name was Peggy Jung, which David already knew. Both mother and daughter had the same last name, which sparked David’s curiosity. ‘Is the father of this little girl also surnamed Jung? Or is her father a live-in son-in-law?

David growled. “Shut up, David.” David was my only friend and Beta. His father was killed back then too. “She’s nothing but my rejected mate.” “That girl is nothing like her father,” David began, his eyes fierce. “Since you told me, I’ve been looking into her, and I found out that...” I cut him off. “And what? That she isn’t his daughter?” “No, that’s not it, Finn.” “I don’t want to listen,” I said, standing. “I’m done with her.” Convincing myself I hated her was the only way to kill her father when the time came.

I said as I dialed his number. "He didn't talk right?" David said as Abigail and I passed a look before nodding. "How do you know?" I chipped in. "The thing is this. I think the old man decided to sponsor the man's daughter. She is currently in Obafemi Awolowo University studying Psychology. So, that man may not speak as long as he still wants his daughter to be saved. What do we do?" David said as I sighed. "Can you get us her picture? We would discuss the rest when we get home." I said before hanging up as we drove home.

He took a step closer to us, his gaze locked with my father. “I am not lying. Here’s my daughter with me,” my father replied, pushing me forward for Beta Gideon to have a look, as if I were a piece of parcel waiting for their review. Beta Gideon’s eyes narrowed at me. “Amos, your daughter is a mute. How are you sure that she knows what it means, or how did you find out?” “She can communicate through the mind-link. She is a mute, but that doesn’t mean she cannot read or write. My daughter deserves justice,” my father retorted. I lowered my head, avoiding the stares of eyes on me.