Flash's Daughter Novels & Stories

if I have a life again I want a happy life with you as my daughter" he started to remember her childhood the way he used to observe her from far the way he used to seen her smile by the pictures his men sent for him he thought his daughter will hate him but now though his daughter loves him he is going to die without spending the time with his daughter but whatever he thought to do he did he feeded his daughter with his own hands for last time he finally took his daughter to his embrace he took pictures and sent to Aurthur he said to his men "be sure that she can breathe" they arranged everything with oxygen and kept box in a pit and covered it with mud flashback ends..............

Crystal smiled as she wiped away my tears, her body gradually turning translucent. The woman’s eyes went wide with fury as she shouted at her. "What did you do?! Why would you do this? You’re supposed to be the female lead of my other sweet romance. Are you betraying me too?" My daughter’s voice was cold as she replied, "I never belonged to you. How can it be betrayal? You call me a sweet romance female lead—loved by my brother and father as a child, cherished by my husband when I grow up.

Francis Flamingo didn’t look like the deranged tropical bird in a snowstorm she had a few moments ago now that I was hovering above her eye level and she had to look up to see my face. If anything, she looked more like a frightened child. I could certainly see the resemblance between her and Fionna, her own daughter, who had been terrified so many times in my presence, I wasn’t sure what to think of her parents. For all I knew, her off-balance existence might be because her parents were just awful to her.

My father spoke. I slightly looked up to see Lord Blade and saw amusement flash in his grey irises. “This young lady, here beside me is my only daughter, Flora Harper. She is a well-mannered and obedient lady!” My heart stopped beating completely. “Where are you going with this?” Lord Blade interjected. I was petrified by now.

But her wings were slowly getting detached from her body. “My daughter, I want my daughter back. Please so something. Please, talk to Goddess of life, husband. I … my daughter.” Valor was pulled out of trance when these words reverberated in his head. They belonged to none other than His little Rat’s mother, who was a fairy too.

“… I’m your father! The one who always read you bedtime stories before you fell asleep at night. Do you remember sneaking into our room in the middle of the night just because you had a nightmare, huh?” Lily scrunched up her face, a look of confusion and slight disgust replacing her smile. "You smell," she complained, wrinkling her nose. "My name is Rose, not Lily! And you are not my father! My father is over there,” she declared, pointing at Flynn. My heart shattered into a million pieces, each shard piercing my soul with excruciating accuracy. I crawled toward Amy, my eldest daughter, desperate for some trace of recognition, but she flinched, stepping back as if I was a stranger.

I asked. “White has never been your colour. I told you that. Why do you do this? Are you trying to embarrass me? After tonight, everyone is going to know that you are my daughter. And I am the one that is going to hear about how you turned up looking so shabby to a mating ball.” My father yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what the hell I am going to do with you.” He said, shaking his head. “What are you talking about Dad? I think she looks absolutely beautiful.” Ryker says.

She went back to speaking to mom. “Jade’s mother and I were very close. Remember the elf from the Flamell branch? We were like sisters. She became the Queen of the Flamell before it had fallen. She fell right along with it. She had a daughter. That daughter is Jade. Only Jade isn’t her name and she doesn’t know her story yet.” “That would make Jade the lost queen. Oh that poor girl. I thought you and that friend had a falling out or something because I hadn’t seen her in forever. Oh my goodness mother I’m so sorry.” My mother said.

My eyes closed briefly as her pain reached me through the bond while the final remaining power inside me stirred painfully once more. “You do not need to fear,” I whispered gently into her mind. “Yours will never leave you.” Silver light shimmered faintly beneath the newborn’s skin almost immediately, flowing softly across her tiny body like moonlight beneath water before the child suddenly twitched, a soft cry finally escaping her lips followed quickly by another as Isolde froze completely, a broken sob escaping her while Fiora stared down at the crying child in stunned disbelief.

Kyra POV I put on one of my old Elvis CDs to listen to while I boil water for ravioli. It's one of the few things she'll eat now since she's going through a weird picky eating phase. "When are Mommy and Daddy coming back home?" She tugs on the leg of my jeans and stares up at me. "Tomorrow." She points to the stereo. "Is this my Daddy singing?" "No, Angel. It's Elvis. Do you like it?"