Dr Doofenshmirtz Daughter Novels & Stories

It drove away. My blood turned to ice. The screen split. On one side was the video, now frozen on a close-up of Leo opening the car door for me. On the other side was a smiling photo of me from my company website. The reporter’s voice was serious. "The man in the video has been identified as Leo Grant. Sources confirm he is the ex-boyfriend of James’s daughter, Maya. The video was taken on the night of James’s fiftieth birthday party, just over a week ago. We have reached out to Ellie James and her company for comment on the nature of their relationship, but have not yet heard back."

Summer woke up to my parents hugging each other in tears. She said mockingly, "You can drop the act. Even if Sienna is alive, she won't want to be your daughter. You two were much crueller than I was. Sienna wouldn't have been so miserable if it weren't for you two." Summer no longer cared about anything. Every single sentence she said was to provoke them. In the end, my parents left the hospital in a huff. They spent the next few days handling my funeral.

"Sir, this is a hospital. We don't allow fights here." Robert shoved Daniel angrily and said, "Hospital? You just killed my mother! She had always been doing well! She was scheduled for surgery today, yet she ended up dying here!" He continued, bellowing, "What did you do?! Who operated on my mother and killed her?!" Daniel was shoved to the ground. He furrowed his brows and explained, "We always take every case seriously. This is the best hospital in Mareleigh City. We would never do such a thing!"

I exclaimed. “That’s so many balloons!” Lila replied, her excitement for the amusement park returning full force. She snuggled into me then, and we kept quiet as the ferris wheel slowly brought us back to Earth. I lay my head gently on top of hers, allowing my mind to drift wherever my thoughts decided to go. And I couldn’t help but think about what the ticket taker had said, about the fact that two humans somehow had a werewolf daughter – and how that daughter looked so much like Alpha Dominic Blackwood.

Captain Keegan takes up most of the space in the doorway. “Is everything okay in here?” He inquires. His tone is slightly accusatory. “Everything’s fine.” My mother says with a broad smile. “Thank you for being so diligent.” She says with an edge of flirtation. He seems enchanted by her. He is too lost in her eyes to care about much else. “We will meet you downstairs.” She says, as he mindlessly nods and obeys. She closes the door and latches it. “Being a witch is dangerous. If you are discovered, they will kill you!”

Would you finally be happy if I died? Everyone froze, stunned by my outburst, then quickly grew enraged. My mom dropped her pretense of kindness and snapped, "Carol Lowe, what are you doing? Are you trying to embarrass us?" My dad waved the housekeepers away before barking, "Shut up! You’re a Lowe, not some screaming lunatic!" Shane sneered coldly, silent but brimming with disdain. I trembled violently—my lips, my hands, my entire body shaking uncontrollably.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

I shook my head. "Just the dread that I might one day succeed in killing my mother," I joked and looked over my shoulder at the woman. There was a frown on her face as her eyes dug into my own. "Come on! It is a little bit funny! The killer Queen's daughter kills her own mother, very poetic." I joked again and Miranda tsked in response. This wasn't a laughing matter to her, nor should it be to me, either. "When you need something, just let me know. I will try and brew another sleeping potion for you. Your mom says you have trouble sleeping as of late."

"Just look at what you're talking about. Here's your daughter lying with blood and you are asking me to think about what people will say?" "That is not what I meant, and you know it," my father said trying to play smart "I know exactly what you meant," Damien said. "You're more protective of the Harrington name in public, and you would rather manage the story than manage the fact that your daughter nearly died three floors above where we are standing right now." In the middle of everything, here was the Doctor. A man named Dr. Reyes who ignored the tense atmosphere like he had walked into worse before, setting his bag on the edge of the bed and looking at me with an expression that asked me

"I don't think it’s that black and white. You're not related to her. Even though you babysat her, and she called you uncle, you were still just a friend, Tor. That's what you have to focus on. You're a friend who helped your friends take care of their kid because they were only fifteen years old when they had her. You were just a kid yourself. You pretty much grew up with her. None of this is a normal situation, so how could there have been a normal result?" I lean my elbows on the table and put my pounding head in my hands. "I don't know. I just want us to be able to be together and be happy, but I feel like people will crucify me." "Stop beating yourself up, Toren. You haven't done anythin