Dear Arkansas Daughter Meaning Novels & Stories

I'm not sure how long I hung on to that faucet. I just know I was still in a haze as I somehow made my way up to my bedroom for a nice, long shower. Is he fucking my poor little daughter like that I wondered to myself. He's going to kill her. My daughter is going to die by dick. How am I going to explain that to everyone? What am I going to put on her obituary? “Darling Daughter Big Dicked to Death”, I mulled. Geez, she was a lucky girl. Mommy couldn't help but be a little jealous.

“She’s dead. And all we talk about is some marriage that isn’t happening?” My father didn’t even bat an eyelid. “The marriage is happening. And the dead is dead. We move on. That’s what we do because we are Arthurs.” “That was your daughter,” I whispered disbelievingly. “Is your daughter. How could you…” “Jordan!” My mother warned, shaking her head. “Don’t do this here.” “Do what? We should be mourning, even though you guys never loved her. I loved her. She was my life.”

The way he carefully chose his words during the dinner should have pointed Daria to what was happening. “I won’t survive another rejection.” Ariana almost cried those words out. Her mother quickly pulled her closer to her chest, embracing her in a motherly hug. Just a few months ago, her daughter lived such a carefree life full of dreams. How she wished to go back to those simple days, when nothing bothers them. Her only worries were the upcoming ball. How much can be destroyed by a single evening? Daria sighed as she held her daughter close. “Don’t think about it now. We will face it together the same as we faced Marcus. You are not alone.” Daria reminded her but those words almost instantl

Swift and brutal. "Target Two location," I asked. "Same," Arkady answered. I nodded. Fought back the urge to bum-rush the doors. My daughter was in there. I had no idea what shape she was in or anything else. Gods' breath, I didn't even know what she looked like. Her name and the strong pull of her spirit on mine was the only awareness I had of her. I cursed my lapsed faith. Fought to call on any saint or even the Virgin herself to bless this action. To protect my child.

“You’re packing a box.” Mr. Carter recoiled as if she had slapped him. He looked at his youngest daughter, really looked at her, and saw something he didn’t recognize. The softness was gone. The eyes staring back at him were cold, calculating, and utterly terrifying. “Who are you?” he whispered. “I’m the daughter who survived,” Aria replied. She pointed to the door. “Go home, Dad. Take care of Mom. I have a company to save.” Mr. Carter opened his mouth to argue, but the fight had left him. He picked up his cardboard box, his hands shaking. He looked at the office one last time—the office he had built, now occupied by the daughter he had underestimated.

"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!"

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

“Rhea. Rhea!” My father says with urgency. His fingers firmly grasping my mothers shoulders, her swollen belly the only thing keeping them apart. Her gown is a gauzy minty green. The skirt endlessly flowing around her. The bodice made of a darker velvet. He never calls her by her name. “You must prepare yourself to run. I might not come back. You know the position we are in.”

As she began to slowly rub the entire length of her hot pussy and clit against Angela's, Alexandra looked down at Angela with an expression of deep seeded need and eyes full of emotion as she suddenly said, "When you're ready, sweetpea, I would love to consider you my daughter and for you to consider me as your mother, just like Brenda."

I tightened my hold on my trembling daughter, my voice ringing with fury. "Becca, how could you twist the truth in front of all these guests? Aren't you afraid of retribution?" She turned pleading eyes toward Robert. "Robert, Audrey still can't accept me. Maybe I should just take the children and leave the Langer family…" His face darkened, disappointment flickering in his gaze as he looked at me. "Audrey, I've spoiled you and Lucy for too long. If you can't discipline her as a mother, then I'll do it as her father."