Eiichiro Oda Daughters Novels & Stories

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

Miss Adele, daughter of Baron Guise, said as she rolled her eyes. “Shh.” Lady Coleen glared at them. How could they spout such words towards a member of the imperial family inside the imperial palace? Weren’t they afraid of the consequences? Coleen looked around looking for the imperial princess and she found her seated beside her father. The princess was the youngest among the emperor’s children and she was also the sole daughter. She was witness to how much the emperor cherished the princess so she was afraid to offend her. “Lady Tiana, I think your father was looking for you.” Daphne pointed towards the direction of the Marquess whose eyes were roaming around in search of his daughter.

He’s an Eastern Alpha; I’m sure things worked differently over there. “And this,” he says as he finally pulls a young girl closer, and the cherry blossom scent overpowers me. “This is my youngest daughter, Umiko and her handmaiden Yui.” When I lay my eyes on the girl, I see what Andreas means by that she’s not my usual type; she’s completely plain, with jet back hair that reaches her tiny waist, dark hooded eyes which slant upwards, thin lips, a dimpled chin and a tiny, petite body. Her eyes widen at the sight of me, and I see something shift behind her dark eyes as her heartbeat starts to quicken.

I no longer expected anything from them. All the sincerity I had poured into them… I considered it thrown to the dogs. I wouldn’t pursue it anymore. Because I was dizzy, I underwent a brain CT scan. The results confirmed a mild concussion. Mira stared in disbelief. "Did your mom do this too?" I nodded bitterly. Instantly, outrage exploded across her face. "What kind of mother could be this cruel to her own daughter?!"

Natalie wanted to grab Audelia’s hand and hid Audelia behind her back, but Audelia lifted her hand to stop Natalie. “It’s okay!” Audelia stepped forward toward the boy and blocked his way. The boy was surprised and wanted to dash forward but suddenly his body was grabbed and pinned to the ground by Audelia. Natalie was surprised but not only her, even Jonathan and Caius who was getting ready to stop the boy was speechless. If this was the usual Audelia, she might not be able to stop the boy. However, the current Audelia had her memories from the time when she was Kaguya Yamamoto, the daughter of Yamamoto group.

The young man, Miyamoto said sternly. "What? Miyamoto Ichiro?" Hearing this, Tang Muxue and Lan Weiwei exclaimed in unison. "Muxue, what's wrong?" Yang Xiao asked in surprise. Tang Muxue's face was very ugly. She said, " Miyamoto Ichiro is Miyamoto Shizukumo's biological son, while Miyamoto Shizukumo is the largest external company in the Central Plains!" "Oh? Is there such a thing?" Yang Xiao was very surprised. Yang Xiao had known about the Miyamoto family before.

However, again, I almost screamed the second time when she suddenly spoke. "I am Orora. One of Diana's daughters!" One of what?! Who?! "Wait! Are you referring to our creator, goddess Diana?!" "Yes! Shiva, too!" "Shiva?! As in Jaque Davis?! She, too?!" No way!

Their parents nod approvingly at our interaction with their children. “Luna Lenora?” A little voice calls me between songs. I look down to see two little girls who look like they are five or six years old. One is Archie Ikeda’s daughter, Rin. Before he left for his second tour, he brought her to watch his mate, Hana, train. The warriors got a kick out of the little girl growling and trying to mimic her mother’s black belt karate skills. The other girl looks vaguely familiar with light brown hair and dark gray eyes, but I can’t place a name. “Hello, friends.” I squat down so I’m at eye level with them. “I like your dresses. Did you pick them out yourself?”