Family Daughter Novels & Stories

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

The room rang with the laughing of children playing nearby, creating a joyful symphony. Their teenage daughter, a lively and cheerful young lady, had taken an interest in me. She followed me around the house, making small talk and expressing her adoration. Despite my initial hesitation, I couldn't help but smile at her contagious enthusiasm. It was clear that in that household, family meant more than just genetic relationships.

She loved to paint, and her a very unhealthy obsession with dinosaurs, and a father who bought her all the stuffed dinos she wanted, because he believed in spoiling her rotten. ​ One evening, we were sitting down in the living room, where we all ate dinner, when our daughter said something. ​ “Mama?” ​ “Yes pumpkin,” I answered. “Do you want more mashed potatoes?” ​ She shook her head no. “Where is your daddy?” ​ Damien raised his head in shock while I stared at her. “W…w…what?” he stammered.​ “We learn family in school today. Where's your daddy?” She put an asparagus into her small mouth. “And Daddy's daddy?”

I shrugged him away angrily and coldly Someone beside said, “Little girl, your father is right. How can father and daughter be enemy? Go back with your father. Look at him. He’s old, but still worries about you.” “Well, how can you treat an old man like this? It’s very unfilial. My daughter eats at home with me every day and even go shopping with me. We don’t want the children to be promising. We just wish that they could return home.” “Your father has begged you. What exactly do you want?” “What are pretty but heartless girl!”

“Sigh, you are my daughter, how can I not believe you? But I'm still afraid that if you join a rich family, people will despise you, insult you, and even beat you. What should I do?" Hearing that, Daisy laughed: "Mom, have you watched too many movies? If your daughter was abused and beaten, she wouldn't be able to call her mother so often."

“I’m too old to know about these trendy things.” Taylor hesitated a little before pulling out her phone. She tapped on something and passed her phone to me. “Have a look at this.” On her phone screen, Lydia and Ben were crying as they complained. The title was shocking. [An Evil Mother Abandoned Her Own Daughter And Left With All Her Money!] In the video, Lydia was tearing up as she sobbed. “My husband and I feel very pressured at work, and we still have to take care of both of our parents.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

I responded, my voice even. She nodded in approval. “Nice to have them around,” Mena added, more casually now, her attention split between conversation and food. “Just Mr. and Mrs. Moreau,” my dad clarified. “Their daughter isn’t in the country yet….she’s finishing up her work.” I glanced at him for a second but said nothing. Honestly, I barely remembered what their daughter looked like. Last I saw her was when she was a toddler. I barely associated with them, but my parents sure did.

“You know how it would be really mean to separate you from me because you’re my daughter?” “Yeah…” she responded nervously. “Well, since Emma is Mr. Dominic’s daughter, it’s only fair that he not be separated from her, right?” Lila looked out the window, wiggling the zipper of her backpack mindlessly. “I guess. But it’s also kind of mean to separate me from my aunt and cousin.” I passed my hand over my daughter’s hair soothingly. “I know, sweetie. I’m sorry.” Then I prayed and hoped that she wouldn’t ask about her own father.