Dean Winchester Daughter の小説・ストーリー

She glanced at her watch and said “Say, in an hour?” At their nods she walked away. Justin glanced at his brother Dash who was with him and said, “See to it Mr. Kingsley is shown from the property.” He paused then said “Oh, a word of warning you might want to pass on to your father Kingsley, that little girl is Hunter McDaniel’s daughter, she’s the granddaughter of Jamison McDaniel’s and Harrison Denae. I suggest the next time you choose someone to try and abuse you find a better target.”

{He's an Alpha for sure but he doesn't have an extreme amount of power} Nox agreed. Dean sat on the bed next to me and we cuddled together, delighting in our little family. Many years later POV Willow Dean grinned at me as he held our daughters hand. She was born two years after her brother and was a Daddy's girl through and through. That's not to say, she and I didn't get along. We did and we did everything together. Her Dad was her rock though. Her hero and protector and I wouldn't want it any other way. Dean cringed at her pain and talked her through her first shift as her brother and I watched over them. Her brother looked at me with worry. He and his sister were very close. They reminde

There was also a strong sadness that could not be ignored. "Emma is the youngest daughter you have lost for twenty years? Are you joking with me?" Archie's tone turned cold. He would never admit that the woman he loved was the youngest daughter of Sandford Family. To him, this was too cruel. "This isn't a joke, this is absolutely true. We have already done a DNA comparison. Emma is indeed our biological daughter. Archie, what do you have to say? Can we talk about it when we meet? Can you tell me your address? I will explain it to you now." There was a hint of pleading in Dexon's tone, even though he was the vice president. He held great power in his hands, but when it came to his daughter. .

"Oh, honey, I think you’re right. He’s changed." Dean’s fists were clenched so tightly that his nails nearly pierced the flesh of his palms. He stared at the two people before him, and his mind quickly conjured a terrifying image—his sister, abandoning Joe Vander and aligning herself with Ricky Winston. But wasn’t Benjamin Winston already taken care of by Greg and the others? Why was his son still here? Before he could even begin to think it through, a sudden slap cracked across his face! Dean’s head snapped to the side, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

My tone was playful and I leaned closer to him, my eyes shining brightly, He pursed his lips, musing thoughtfully, "Mhmm, according to what I remember, Dahlia Winchester, one of the strongest female fighters in your pack, twenty-five years old, extremely pretty," He winked and I blushed, "Daughter of a Beta, only child, an excellent pian-" Wait, what? "Hold on," I cut him off, my hands jutting out in a stop sign, "Only child? What does that mean?" His eyes held sorrow and I grimaced, "Theo?"

"How dare you come back here?" Her voice was flat without any trace of emotion. "And you brought this... dirty child with you?" "Mom!" Rick stepped forward and shielded us behind him, his voice turning cold. "The girl's name is Tina Rivers, my daughter. And this is Mandy Rivers, my wife." "Wife?" Rachel scoffed, then slammed the table and pointed at my face. "I'll never acknowledge her! A woman who only causes trouble and raises a lying daughter is unworthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

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!"

Resting his chin on top of her head, he smiled as he pictured it through a child’s mind. “It still does.” She whispered and he heard the tears and fear in her voice. Dean sat the box on the coffee table and crawled into his lap. He held her close and let her cry. So often she acted like such an adult that it was easy to forget that she was still a child. A child who had already lost one parent. And the other parent felt pulled to help halfway around the world. “She’ll be home soon.” “February.” Dean mumbled into his chest. “And then you can go back to be an irritating teenage daughter and spoiled niece.”

She screamed at him, "Connor, shut up! Stop talking!" However, he ignored her. He grabbed my arm and shoved me hard. "Am I wrong? You act pure in front of me, but behind my back you're nothing but cheap! "And today you even dared to bully Tara–the dean's daughter. If anything had happened to her, no one could've saved you!" My dad stepped in front of me and turned on the dean. "Your daughter? Since when do you have a daughter?" The dean froze for a moment, about to speak–but Cassidy cut in first with a sneer.

The dean, who is actually a woman said, with a small smile on her face. Alexia frowned on seeing the Dean is a woman. She hated when a woman is in charge of a school. They are always naturally so wicked... She thinks. "Yes, that's me. and this is my, daughter, Alexia Greg." Mrs Greg introduced. "That's a nice name, Alexia. Well.. it's nice meeting you Alexia. My name is Christina." The Dean said, shaking hands with Alexia. "Oh wow.. Christina, that's a really nice name." Mrs Greg said with a warm smile. Alexia didn't need a soothsayer, to tell her that her mum is warming up to the Dean.