Dirty Daughter Novels & Stories

If Ethan is what Jonathan’s describing him to be, that makes it thousand times harder on me. “Are you okay?” I shook my head after realising I went into deep thinking. “Ye.. Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks.” “I’m sorry I couldn’t be of that much help.” “Oh, no that’s not....” Before I could answer him again, I get a text. It was from Natalia. “Angie. Please. Just give me one more chance. I... I’ll tell you everything.” And then a photo pops up. It was of her arm, filled with blood and cuts. And then of herself crying like hell with her eyes all red.

She had totally forgotten that she wasn't meant to take Alcohol, she just wanted to clear her mind from the thoughts of Gemma, the pink butterfly and now this happened. "Pink butterfly, you fucking bitch, I curse you with everything in me. I hate you so much" she yelled out bitterly. Her maid paced around the room worriedly as she didn't have the courage to comfort her madam. She could only cry with her from afar. Margaret cried till she didn't have the strength to cry anymore. Then she sat motionless on her bed, sulking. Her maid stood some distance away from her, watching her every movement. Suddenly, Margaret removed the drip from her arm and stood up from the bed.

Carmen wiped her tears while staring at her daughter's photo. She told me her name was Daniella, or Dani for short. Hudson was explaining the details about her life; “She works at a restaurant, never went to college, has no kids, and has no friends. She rents an apartment in town and doesn’t have a boyfriend.” Everything Hudson said sounded so sad; Daniella's life seemed lonely. No boyfriend or friends? I mean, he didn't need to add that she had no family, as that was obvious.

“Merlie had two boyfriends before she ended up with Ed. She even got pregnant and miscarried with the second one. She’s been used up. Loose already.” “See? The ones who act all prim and proper—those are the ones who’ve actually been around,” Almira sneered. “Even now, she acts like she’s so demure. Like she hasn’t been enjoyed by many men already.” “Such a pretender!” Ailyn laughed, her throat fully exposed from how loud she was.

Cierra stepped forward, her tone suddenly breaking into a trembling sob. “And how did she repay me? She was so jealous of me, she pushed me down the stairs and killed my unborn child!” Her voice cracked, and she covered her face like the perfect victim. “What—? Cierra, what are you talking about?” My voice shook, but the murmurs had already started. “What a lowlife.” “How wicked.” “She killed an unborn child?” Cierra sniffled loudly. “And after three years, she still hasn’t learned. She even came here today to steal groceries!”

"I didn't want you to find out this way." "Well, I did." I scoffed again. "You even told him that your name is Camila. Why the fuck would you even do that?" "Because I don't want him to know I'm Delilah! I don't want him to find out that I am his assistant's daughter."

Now she understood why the casualty had befallen the Petersburg family; it was all her doing. “Yes bestie, I am set to go,” Scarlet smiled, she was still facing the mirror while Dolly stood behind her. “Mummy!!” Natasha and Taylor ran into the room as they both rushed forward to their mother. Scarlet turned around to face her Dolly, but she ended up, hugging her two kids as she leans downward and she peeks their cheeks. “Aww, I am jealous,” Dolly pouted, she crossed her hands on her chest as she watched the mother and her kids.

I struck a finger at her. “I drove all the way down here for Tame Impala so I’m going to see Tame Impala. I don’t think you understand but Summer ends in ten days for me and the past few weeks have been hard as hell. My parents got divorced and my dad is marrying another woman who would probably scam him of his entire net worth. God I hate him so much, I hate everyone in the whole world but this man right behind me.”

he smiled hugging her. Kira blushed, she was not used to this kind of attention. “I can help you, find your daughter.” she said and his tears flowed like a river down his cheeks, “She is all I have left!” he wiped his face. “My mate, her mother, died in a vicious rogue attack when she was only eight years old, She was a Dragon Shifter, Dynaris is both a Lycan and Dragon shifter, She is very powerful, but how she was taken is beyond me.”

And as the last of the ashes left the urn, the wind shifted. A Child at the Bank Unseen by the two at the water’s edge, further down the bank—just past the bend of reeds and moss—stood a child. A small girl. No older than eight. Brown skin flecked with sun. Eyes like wet amber, wide and wondering. She had wandered from the harvest trail, drawn by the strange light in the trees. She stood barefoot on the muddy path, watching from behind a crooked willow. The ashes swirled on the wind.