Dearest Daughter Poem Novels & Stories

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

There was destruction everywhere but among the waste, in the midst of the rumble, was this great gift and she has been a great joy to us and no sacrifice was too big for her life. With a swift hand, I slashed my throat and fell to the floor, seeing the face of my lovely daughter. Smiling in joy that I was able to do this one last thing for her. I was tired of the world anyways and wanted to go be with my husband in the afterlife. If only I could see my daughter just before the darkness threatening to consume me would completely overshadow me. The Moon Goddess must have heard my prayer, cause the door opened and I smelt her, my daughter, my pride, my joy, Diana.

“That’s right. Mom and Dad, you’ve worked so hard for your entire lives. It’s time to enjoy your retirement!” Even Charlie was trying his best to serve Audrey some food. “This is my favorite chicken drumstick. It’s for you, Grandma!” I scrolled down to read the hurtful comments. [You have such a great daughter-in-law. I bet she doesn’t even treat her own mother this well!] [This is why your son needs to marry a traditional woman who prioritizes her husband’s family. I heard her mother is spending the New Year’s alone. What a poor thing.] I laughed out of anger as hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

“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,

't punish yourself, don't hurt yourself, don't destroy yourself, don't annihilate yourself, don't erase yourself, don't forget yourself, don't lose yourself, don't let yourself go, don't abandon yourself, don't forget yourself, never forget yourself, because you are here, because you are alive, because you are real, because you are true, because you are my mother, because I am your daughter, because that is what it is, a mother, a daughter, something that cannot be erased, that cannot be forgotten, that cannot be betrayed, that cannot be lied to, that cannot be hidden, that cannot be fled, that is there, that is always there, no matter what happens, no matter what we do, no matter what we sa

"It's no wonder your mother looks like she's seen a ghost every time she looks at you. You little beast! Not only does your own mother hate you, but your father despises you too! "Did you really delude yourself into thinking that he loves you? I'll have you know that I'm pregnant with his child. When my baby is born, you'll be sent away to the sticks!" Jillian let out an ear-piercing shriek. "You're lying! How dare you frame Daddy? I'm Daddy's only daughter. He would never leave me!" At the end of the video, Kelvin snubbed out his cigarette with his shoe before he entered the house, slamming the door behind him.

She had uttered, “I keep seeing him.” “It’s a mess inside me, Dad.” She paused, “I just wan..want peace.” Her voice cracked, so did her armor she had been holding onto for months. Kane’s heart bled staring at his daughter. The girl who had been smiling and screaming until a few months back was left broken. The girl who dreamed of winning a music competition just to make his father proud was fading away. His daughter was fading away. “Hold me, Dad.” A tear broke free, rolled down her daughter’s sunken cheek. She looked up at him with eyes that resembled his own.

— Are you sure you didn't make a pass at her, or say anything stupid, so that your mother would think she is the ideal daughter—in— law for her son? I come closer, bring my hand up to his face, and caress it lightly. — There is no ideal daughter—in—law, there is an ideal son—in—law for her son... And, it is you! When I hear his voice, Light up the darkness of my heart, There is no reason for me to be alone Because I know I have you

I add as I approach her cautiously, mindful not to spoil the cake. "Happy birthday, my daughter," she whispers in my ear, her love evident in her words. "I adore you, my little princess. May your path be as clear as the purest waters, and may success go with you through life. May this day be celebrated for many decades to come." Breaking our embrace, she plants a kiss on my forehead. My mother, a source of unconditional love and my closest confidant. Alas, my interactions with the world beyond her are limited, leaving her as my sole companion.

She didn’t want to meet me, but I begged the prison guard for the last visit. “Forget about me, Carys. Take good care of yourself. Don’t end up like me. I’ve made too many mistakes.” Her voice was gruff, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The weight in my chest held me back from saying anything. “You’ll always be my mother,” I said shakily. Mom burst out crying, releasing her innermost emotions. “Be a better person in your next life, Mom. Don’t make the same mistakes again.” She nodded and silently mouthed the words, “I love you”.