Dean Winchester Daughter Novels & Stories

"I've come to get something and would be leaving,She whispered and went into the mansion. She entered the living room,she saw two people sitting on the sofa. Clitton was back already before her ,dressed in a black house suit,and he looked so handsome,his cool face was unprecedentedly soft. Close to him was a woman wearing a moon white floral dress,her long black hair parted in the middle of her head and she seemed cool. She's a pretty girl,and her pale skin adds a touch of pity to her softness. From a distance ,it looks like a white flower that one would pity. Kelly,his first love is finally back .She is Felix's eldest daughter. Mr Felix's company collapsed after a car accident and Mrs.Felix

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

My father is Horatio Finn. He is one of the most important businessmen in the world today, he's an important CEO and I am his only daughter. Everyone is after him, although they always respect his privacy since the accident with my mother. She died in a car accident when I was 7 years old. All 3 of us were there, so my father and I, surviving, had to go to a lot of therapies and support each other all this time, for that reason, we are so close. He is my best friend.

He put the diary aside, he needed to be careful, he couldn't raise suspicions, people were terrified, they even believed in vampires and other fantastic creatures, like the fairy Banshee, he laughed to himself. Someone knocked on the door and took him out of the thoughts he had, he went to the door, it was Willemina Winchester's family, they were coming to collect the young woman's body. Her father, the Earl of Winchester was at the door, his face was filled with such great sorrow that it could not be described, he was his youngest daughter, he had attended a dance with some friends, they did not understand what had happened, but They murdered her like other women in recent days, the police

" After saying that, Dean walked away from Clarita. Actually, Dean is not a woman from a poor family; she is the only child from a prominent family in the city of Yogya. Her father was a soldier, while her mother was a famous tailor in her city. Her father's departure while on duty caused deep sorrow in the hearts of Dean and her mother. Two months after her father left, her mother also followed. She never used the condolence money that Dean received from her father's death. She saved it well for urgent needs like now.

"She's a sensible and compliant child. She does things without any hidden motives." Danny sighed. "My daughter is the same. When I asked her if she liked me or her mother better, she chose her mother while holding onto the gift I bought for her. She's so brutally honest; it breaks my heart." Wenham chuckled, and the two engaged in lively conversation. Darcie, keeping an eye on the time, reminded Wenham, "Darling, maybe you should lead Mr. Winston to his seat. The dishes might be getting cold." Wenham put their conversation on hold and said, "This way, please, Mr. Winston."

He asked, looking down at his claimed daughter, he claimed me without hesitation. “Quinn.” She responded looking into my eyes. “Quinn…I love it. Quinn Meredith Pierce.” Dean stated. Tears formed in my eyes when I realized he gave me not only his last name but his mother’s name for my middle. The doctor and nurses quickly picked up the hospital room and filed out to give Dean and I some privacy. I looked at him as I propped myself up. Dean took baby me from my mother’s arms and started rocking me in the rocking chair in the corner of the room.

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.

“You have come back to your people, Prince Lucian Vale, strong and honourable. Moon shines on you to-night. You will not be waiting another year to have your mate.” Lucian blinked, confused. "Elder?" The old man smiled knowingly. “You already have a mate written in your stars to-night.” Gasps ran through the crowd. I felt my stomach twist. The Elder rolled up the scroll and read aloud the name which changed everything. "Lyra Damien Hale!" My world stopped. I was deaf with silence though the whole pack had begun cheering and all heads turned to us. My daughter stood still next to me and her eyes were open in disbelief.

"That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this." ... The ballroom was warm and loud when I pushed through the heavy doors. Chandeliers blazed overhead. Father's cigar smoke curled toward the ceiling. They were celebrating—Bianca's confirmation as Blackwell heir, her takeover of the East Coast operations starting Monday. My arrival dropped the temperature in the room. Mother stood at the head table, champagne flute in hand. Her smile cracked when she saw me. "Gemma?" She set down the glass. Her hand landed on my drenched shoulder, light as dusting off a coat. "You're soaking. Why didn't you call ahead?"