Dear Daughter Book Novels & Stories

Just to reading novel, watching movie and sleep, it was her parent that brought her home when they wanted to start the matchmaking process and other staffs. She took the novel that she was reading before watching the movie back on the table and the title of the novel was FORTUNE TELLER AND RETURN written by Zeezeefortune. Continue reading it and smiling when her father came out from his room, he didn’t went to office, it was sometimes that he uses to Show up to that place. “Hi my daughter! How are you doing?” Asked as he was sitting down on another chair. “Am good Sir and thank you!” She didn’t took her eye off from the novel.

Driz smiled while looking at her daughter, who was cuddling the stuffed animal dove that was given to her by Uncle Malcolm and Aunt Alma. “Yes, yes it does.” Peter smiled and kissed his wife. _______________________ I hope you guys enjoyed my very first book! Ratings are much appreciated<3 Follow me on Twitter @HWardWriting for new updates on my current WIP 'HELLBOUND' (3/20/21) and upcoming stories including 'The One Key Detail' -H. WARD

And here he was, doing it himself—no Leo, no aide—picking up his daughter from some dingy, unnoticeable bookstore. A whim. That's what he kept telling himself. He had completed a brutal acquisition call an hour early. Instead of driving to his penthouse to stare into the same glass of stale scotch, he told his assistant to cancel dinner tonight and turned the car around. His daughter was more valuable than his sporadic and hollow "I love yous." This was an attempt—a cold, awkward one—to reach for something real again. He hadn't expected the street to be so quiet. Julian's eyes scanned the tiny shop wedged between a boutique flower store and a yoga studio. **Chapter & Soul**. The title glowed

George said with a grin, rocking her gently. “She’s already making her presence known,” Keira laughed. “Definitely our daughter" Author's announcement. Hi readers. Thanks for giving this story a chance.Thanks for the love. I have done some edits but I apologize if there are still grammar errors. I would consider writing Kelvin and Sarah's story if the book gets to a certain amount of views. Thank you and I hope you enjoyed every chapter!

Victor’s hands moved up to squeeze my tits through the dress pinching my nipples lightly as he fucked me. “You feel so good Daddy,” I moaned quietly against his lips. “I love how you stretch me. I’ve been such a bad stepdaughter wanting this for so long. Fuck me harder please. I need to cum on your cock again.” He picked up the pace just a bit, still staring into my eyes, claiming me completely. “You’re mine now, baby girl. This pussy belongs to me. Cum for Daddy whenever you need to. I want to feel you squeezing me.” The pleasure coiled tighter in my belly and my legs started trembling around his waist.

Damon looked at him in utter confusion but before he could ask or say something, they heard a man's voice they heard years ago. "Where is she? WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!" [Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my book! Hope you are enjoying it! Please support me by leaving me a rating and review! Your precious words mean the world to me! Love you all!]

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I

"Dad, Jason treats me well. Everyone in the Martinez family treats me well." Now, thinking back? I was a fool. I used my fingernail to pry open the protective cap. And pressed down gently. No sound. No light. But I knew the signal had been sent. My father said that once I pressed that button, someone would come within half an hour. But half an hour... Could my baby hold on that long?

At me. “For being brave,” she continued, “for loving me… even when I wasn’t easy to love. For letting me find my way.” Tears blurred my vision. I didn’t try to hide them. “You don’t have to thank me,” I whispered. “You’re my daughter. I love you. I always will.” Sophie leaned into me, pressing her forehead lightly against my shoulder. “I know,” she breathed. The baby cooed—a soft little sound, almost a sigh. She lifted her tiny hands as if she understood the gravity of the moment. It tugged a breathless laugh from all of us.

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.