For My Daughter Book Novels & Stories

" I stood in between them trembling. Don't you ever speak to her like that! He sneered. "You can't stop me." My daughter, I said, turning to her. "Please, go to your room, baby. Everything's okay." Her eyes were open wide with hurt, as she looked at me and her father. "Dad?" "Go!" I pleaded, a little, and had to smile. After a pause of indecision she fled, shutting her door behind her. I swung around to Damien, anger and hurt swirling within me. "She's your daughter!"

“Uh, hi?” “Oh, hi!” She sets her book down on the counter and looks at me as if she honestly didn’t know I was there. She takes a deep sniff of the air and gives me a broad smile. She’s cute with big blue eyes, but I’m distracted by the book. It’s a picture book called ‘Pudgy Pup Plays Pretend’. I think my parents used to read that to me when I was a kid. Based on the concentration she was showing, I would have sworn it was going to be the Iliad or War and Peace or something.

I said, referring to her father. “You wouldn’t know anything about that.” I nodded slowly. “I have a daughter,” I said. “Lyra. I didn’t think that I would love anyone in the world as much as much as I love that little creature. Her mother is pride and glory, and I know that I wouldn’t be able to breathe without her by my side. And my daughter, the young little version of her mother… the good in me, the sense of my humanity…” Her gaze flicked to me.

Aurora collapsed to the floor, and in an instant, bright red blood spread beneath her. Even in that moment, she reached out and said “Mom” with the last ounce of her strength. She was looking straight at me and calling out to me! I had raised her for twelve years. How could there not be love between us? She was innocent. This was all Sam and Jennifer’s fault! I buried my face in my hands and wept in silence. There was no home invasion, no gas leak, and no explosion. I was the one who had killed my daughter.

“Yes. Achilles let's me use it to read. I love books.” She grins even harder. “My grand daughter, she's fourteen years old now, refuses to remove her nose from all those novels. Even when we're in danger of getting hit by a bus,” she laughs. It makes me feel warm and I smike. “She sounds wonderful. Books are amazing.” “Tell me about it. She's into fantasy. You don't want to know how many different dragons I have learnt about.” “Is she your daughter's child?” I ask. We go round the side of the house, with she leading the way. I know the library is close to the entrance so going to the lake would kill two birds for me.

Ashley, his eight year old daughter, has been bugging him for days to have lunch with her at school so they can go shopping for books. "I already went. She wanted me to bring you this." He drops a thin paperback book on my desk that I immediately pick up. "One hundred jokes for the laughing mind," I read out loud. She knows me so well. "She got "One Hundred More Jokes" so be prepared next time she's here."

“Shall we go?” “Wait! I wanted to give you this. I have been meaning to give it to you this past few days but I kept forgetting.” I took the book from her hand and opened it. It was an album of our daughter when she was small. I looked up at Kamaria with tears in my eyes. “Thank you,” I mumbled at her. You are welcome she smiled and we headed for the door.

If they are successful to hide for two years then who the hell blew up their cover? I was biting my lips and trying to ponder how can I help Major Sullivan but even though I am the president’s daughter, I was kicked out of the mansion. And clearly, I am powerless from all of the enemies that we have. My mind cannot settle and as I drink my second dose of caffeine for this night, I decided to just make myself busy. And by busy, I meant by reading everything from the journal. I needed to calm myself and know that whatever was written was just one perspective and that late senator is already dead. This is a confidential and very private memory of her. I don’t want to invade her privacy but I wa