Dear Daughter Book Novels & Stories

I asked Lena, looking confused because I don't think she is the one who comes in places like this. We are in a place where mostly nerd people would love to spend their whole life here. “I want to buy some books for my daughter. I want her to know how to read properly already. She is not getting any younger she can’t still read words properly because her dad loves to spoil her and look at where that got into.” I nodded at her but her daughter is a good speaker though. She speaks a lot but she speaks nicely with respect. That's what I noticed when we were talking the other night.

She opened the pages and skimmed through to the last page when she heard her daughter say; “Mother, she was nice.” Hazel raised her eyes from the book and replied her, “No Echo, she isn’t.”

"Baby, are you home?" No answer. The lock clicked and Damien was there. "Where's Lyra?" I asked immediately. He gave a lazy smirk. "How should I know? When Selene and I returned a few hours ago, she was not there. Perhaps she went in search of her mother who could not even bother to come home. I froze. "What are you talking about? She's eighteen, Damien. She's still a child." Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed his arms. “ like mother, like daughter,” he sneered. You vanish all night and come back like that, and now your daughter is gone. Real mother of the year."

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'

“What if it’s you or Daddy knocking?” I could not take that risk and had to remove every possible danger. “Your dad and I have keys. Don’t worry, honey. I’ll find a way home soon.” “Okay, Mom. I’ll wait for you.” My daughter told me it was 2:50 a.m. on her end. I remembered that the coroner’s report stated her time of death was 3 a.m. So, I told her not to make a sound and to dim the light on her phone.

The red light inside was on. I let out a cold laugh. “First of all, the ambulance never showed up. It never came! “I had to get her here myself. I flagged down a car.” Marina seemed shocked when she heard that. I turned toward the nurses’ station and said, “Nurse, I need to speak to my daughter’s doctor. I have information about what she might have been exposed to.” As I spoke, my gaze swept over Kai’s clenched fists.

They turned. One book had slid forward half an inch. An old volume of poetry neither remembered buying. Ethan rose. Walked to the shelf. Pulled the book free. Inside, pressed between pages eighty seven and eighty eight, a single sheet. Their daughter's handwriting. Age twelve. A letter she had never sent. Dear Mama and Papa, I like it here. The house likes me too. It tells me stories when I put my ear to the floor. Stories about people who loved each other so much the sea learned their names.

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.

Because of the excessive tiredness, she fell off to sleep after sometime. "aaah" Lady Lin heard a sound when she was passing by her daughter's room. "Yue Er...,What is it? she entered her daughter's room asking the reason. "Nothing much mother, Yue Er pricked her finger while practicing embroidery "she replied to her mother. Lady Lin looked at her daughter. Few drops of blood were coming out from her pricked finger and few drops of tears were waiting in the tip of her beautiful eyes looking for a chance to roll down.