Dear Daughter Book Novels & Stories

She unfolded the letter that read thus ; My darling daughter, If you are reading this then it means I am dead. For how long, I do not know but I hope you are doing alright. I instructed my mentee to give this letter to you along with my journal when he believes you are ready to know the truth. Please understand that all the words written in this letter and my journal are true however shocking the contents may be.

This guy, really is. Aliana sighed, putting her fork on her plate, she crosses her arm. “You know…” instead of answering Lancer question, Aliana started to say, the corner of her lip curling up in some mockery as she remembered the conversation she had with her daughter earlier. “Someone very ‘close’ to you, suggested that I leave you because you’re a scumbag and it doesn’t matter anymore what would happen if I really did it. So tell me Lancer,” she paused, taking the expression of her mate in front of her, “How could I possibly sown discord between you two, when your daughter already dislikes you so much that she came up with such suggestions?” she smiled, her dark green eyes twinkling.

My mother frowned, undisguised disappointment in her expression. "Honestly, your health is perfectly fine, so why can't you get pregnant? Are you even trying properly?" My father sighed as well. "Cassidy, stop being so stubborn. Take care of your health properly. The Lester family is still waiting for a grandson." Angela quickly stepped in to smooth things over and hooked her arm through mine. "Oh right, Cassidy, did you drink the herbal fertility medicine I gave you before? It's supposed to help a lot with conception." The moment she mentioned that prescription, irritation surged through me.

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam

“Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.” I was so excited to meet my daughter. Andrew led the boys into the room once she and I were cleaned up and decent; Jacob crawled up into the bed beside me while Neil stood next to his father. We all looked at the little blessing. Jacob spoke up, “She has white hair.” I smiled; this must’ve been what she meant. I haven’t had a chance to tell Andrew about what happened to me, but he didn’t ask questions or anything; instead, he looked to our son and said,

The tall shelves were spotless yet empty and the only books that graced the smooth ebony were the ones that my daughter had given Enora when she got back from the trip. There was a bookstore I knew in New York. I would give them and ring and place a few orders. As I waited for Enora, my fingers relished the feel of her cool and soft body through the towel. Seeing her like that: clean, water glistening on her perfect skin, smelling divine, woke something inside of me. My fingers tapped the desk eagerly; what was taking her so long? The door opened and I perked up. “Dad?” “Bridget?”

‘‘What is it? ‘‘Don’t show your Mother- here: a present.’’ He passed her a heavy tome that had been bulkily concealed underneath the slick, yellow fabric of his raincoat. Its weight surprised her, and she glanced at the cover. Anatomy: Descriptive and Surgical, by Henry Gray. ‘‘I- thank you, Papa! But it’s not my birthday- ‘‘Does a Father need a reason to dote upon his daughter?’’ enquired Elias with a trifling smile. ‘‘Come, hide it quickly, or Mrs Matiwane will have my head on a spike.’’

And each page brought me in deeper than I chose to admit. On one particular night as I read through the journal which was on the last page.I felt the eerie chill as I read through the hazard writing almost like she had to do it fast before she had to leave. "Dear darling daughter, If you're reading this then you must know that my time on this earth has come to an end and all these years I had spent with you ,detailing and documenting my journey as your mother will forever be the best moments of my life.

I locked eyes with big blue orbs that stared back at me. “Yes, baby?” “You haven’t chosen one?” She asked and bounced her legs softly. I nodded and ran my eyes over the titles on the card and I continued reading, I gradually realized that they weren’t just titles, they were a list of my favorite books. “Choose one!” “Um,” I pulled myself out of my thoughts and smiled at her. “I think I will go for um, Me before you. That one that, um, number three.” I rushed out because my daughter looked intimidating when she was frustrated or annoyed. Moore like her father. Unfortunately, she was nothing like me. But fortunately, she was everything like the best person in my life.