Dean Winchester 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!"

“Are you planning to stay away from that too?” I had already bought my ticket. At the cemetery, I knelt in front of my mother's headstone. Seraphina was waiting. She greeted me with a soft smile, but jealousy sat plainly behind it. “People are saying you got those deals by sleeping with the right people,” she said with a sigh. “A decent woman should not mix with those kinds of men. You have made Dad look bad.” Then her eyes moved to Declan. “All your hard work was just a trick to get a man's attention. Dad has already found you a new fiancé. Starting tomorrow, Miami is mine.”

"Lexa Winchester, daughter of Alpha Damon and Luna Aria, blessed by divine power. Ashton Rivers, son of the northern territories, strong and true. Do you come here of your own free will?" "We do," Lexa and Ashton answered together. I watched, tears streaming down my face, as my daughter pledged her life to the man she loved. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with ancient words and sacred vows, but all I could think about was how far we'd all come. I remembered the terrified nineteen-year-old omega who'd arrived at these borders, pregnant and broken, expecting cruelty and finding something she'd never dared Lexa for. I remembered the cold Alpha who'd slowly revealed his heart, piece by caref

He pulled his phone out, and his large, scarred face had softened, his lips shifting from their grimace into a warm smile. “Look,” he’d said, his eyes melting at the corners. “This one, the eldest girl there, she’s my Poppy. We named her that because my mate and I were brought poppies as a baby shower gift, and we decided that it was just perfect. We live in a little cottage, down by the woods, and we have a small garden. We make sure the garden is always full of poppies.” I felt my eyes pricking with tears, but Bloodlust gave me no time to respond before he was showing me his next daughter.

she snapped. “You’re ruining it.” Her smile faded a bit and I wanted to slap my son’s head for killing her spirit, no matter how Christmas overkill it was. “I’ll be damned!” I exclaimed, when I opened the box. “Doom’s whiskey? How did you know?” Catherine blushed and looked both relieved and happy with my reaction.

Even the Miller family had landed several business projects because of it. The guilt my parents once felt toward me had long disappeared. Now they practically revolved around Angela. My mother held Angela's hand, the more she looked at her, the more pleased she seemed. "Angela is truly blessed. She's the pride of the Miller family." Then she turned toward me, her tone noticeably colder. "Cassidy, how were the test results? Still no news?" My chest tightened. I gripped the medical file harder and lowered my voice. "No." My mother frowned, undisguised disappointment in her expression.

She had changed her perspectives in life when she left her home "Michael is dead," Cass' father, Clyde, said. "He's with his daughter. And wife." She answers. When they both found out that year that Michael's daughter, Alaina, died from the war between two countries, a victim of the war. "I killed him," Clyde confesses. "So that he won't hurt all humans that day; we fought until we are both exhausted and weak from wounds."

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

Agatha insisted. “I just want something simple. Not too complicated. Elegant and…” I was searching for a delicate way to tone down Agatha’s enthusiasm. “Oh you will be ELEGANT! Ravishing! Demure! You will be the talk of the moon ceremony. Nothing but the best for the Alpha’s daughter!” Agatha jubilantly decreed. Agatha has been at this estate as long as I remember. She served my father’s household before Osiris. She became a mother figure to me when he passed away.