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The tall shelves were spotless yet empty and the only books that graced the smooth ebony were the ones that my daughter had given Enora when she got back from the trip. There was a bookstore I knew in New York. I would give them and ring and place a few orders. As I waited for Enora, my fingers relished the feel of her cool and soft body through the towel. Seeing her like that: clean, water glistening on her perfect skin, smelling divine, woke something inside of me. My fingers tapped the desk eagerly; what was taking her so long? The door opened and I perked up. “Dad?” “Bridget?”

My parents moved here from the demon realm before I was born but I’ve visited often. Once the girls woke up I made them breakfast. “Thanks Dad! My Dad makes the best breakfast, huh Riley??” Aaliyah said and I tried not to react to her calling me her Dad which she hadn’t done until now. I didn’t mind it at all but it did catch me off guard. “Hm-mm cousin, he makes it almost as good as my mom,” Riley replied. After breakfast, I went to the backyard with the girls where they played and danced to music Riley selected.

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

"Don't tell anyone. Especially not Celia." If you mess with Don DeLuca's daughter, you're finished. After saying that, I hung up. The heavy encrypted phone slipped from my hand and sank silently into the expensive silk sheets. At that moment, the noise outside flooded back into my senses — not just the music, but men's rough laughter, the sound of leather rubbing, and the crisp clinking of glasses. Tonight was Celia's birthday. The girl I once begged my father to adopt, the one I defended and called "sister."

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

Readers of "Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return", Your dearest author would like to announce that I have turned this book into a series. I have written all the stories of Ethan's and Sam's children. To read the rest, simply search for the books below. Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story)

“It doesn't seem like it if she said I kind of look like him. Is he my father?” “No.” She said. “Like I said it was just a fling she had.” Jade decided it was best not to press the matter anymore, she went back to looking through the books on the shelf. She found one she liked, titled “Legends of Hewsen Era.” “Can I have this one?” Jade said flashing the book cover to Darla. Darla looked at the book and shook her head. “You're not going to let the legend go, are you?”

Faced with Andrew's expectant gaze, she couldn't bring herself to outright refuse. But in reality, she and Lorneauxs were like oil and water. Every interaction left her with a bad impression of him. Besides bullying and exploiting her, that jerk had never treated Claire well. She dared not attempt to offer counsel to such an intimidating person. "Uncle, Mom, I'm heading to class now," Claire announced, fearing that staying longer might lead to another mistake. "Study well," Margaret reminded her daughter. "I will. Goodbye!" With Andrew's approval, Claire maintained her composure and briskly left the dining room.

he said. “Whoa, Dad I am very excited,” she said. Zara rolled her eyes. “Where I got myself into? Two mates who love animals,” she muttered and walked inside the kitchen. "Mom, at least we are not into plants," she sings. Zara shoots a tough look at her daughter. Adam chuckled. “Dad, but it will make us move to another city,” she said, sadly pointing at books and her father's research papers. “No honey, we are not moving at least for two years,” he said.

“She has Frederick’s storm-gray eyes. A fierce little princess, completely different from her mum. And my boy, he has bright blue eyes. Just like our family.” I held my breath, “They're about five years old, playing in the garden. My daughter kept running away, laughing, making her daddy and her uncle chase her. And you-" She glanced at me, amused. “You were sitting with my son, trying to teach him something.” “Me?” “Studying, maybe. You were both staring at a book in silence. You hate reading, so it must’ve been my son forcing you.” I giggled. “I should’ve recorded this. Mother and Father would love to hear it.”