Novel & Cerita For My Daughter Book

The wise words and advices of the old man made sense to her. Outside, the rain had softened into a quiet drizzle. The old man rose from his chair. He wandered through one of the shelves before pulling out a small hardcover book bound in dark blue cloth. ts pages had yellowed with age. He placed it carefully on the counter. "It belonged to my daughter." Elara looked up. The daughter word caught something in her. Why would he give something to her? The word sounded so precious. "She loved writing," she stared at the book. It was old, wrinkled yet contained lots of emotions.

For a moment there, Lancer felt the person before him was his mate who loved to act. But it was not. It was his daughter who said those words that seemed cruel enough to pierce through his sensitive bones.. He felt his heart clenching and for some reason, the words that left her mouth feel far more uncomfortable than if she were to have another tantrum once again thrown at him. He quietly entered the room, placing the wrapped treasure chest beside her. “Daddy brought you your birthday present.. happy birthday Ana.” As he chose to ignore his daughter words, it earned him a light snicker.

She snaps, almost making me drop the books "Damn Fran, take it easy." I grin, arranging the books on the shelf. Reading has never been my strongsuit, something struggle with, but this setting is enough to make even me read. I go to the next box, and frown at the label - Erotica. "What is Erotica, Fran?" I yell, but she's busy yelling at someone to hear me. I open the box, and pull out the first book, and I frown even harder because it is titled - Your Dad Will Do, by a Katee Robert.

05 JOSH You have no idea, I thought sadly, marveling at the fate of this conversation. I pointed to the crumpled cover of the book. — So you've had this book since you were fourteen? Petra shook her head. 'I bought this copy from a used bookstore in DownMoor. My father gave me a beautiful hardcover copy for my fourteenth birthday. But I wouldn't bring it somewhere. My books are precious, especially my father's. “A woman who speaks to my heart.

My daughter has been raised with abundant love, I realize, looking around. She speaks more clearly than most three-year-olds, and there is a noticeable confidence within her. Cynthia adores her. She's made sure Riya has lacked nothing. "I want this one." Riya picks up a scrapbook. "This isn't a storybook." I take the scrapbook from her. "It is!" Riya insists. "It's about the princess in the castle. Mommy made it for me. This one is my favorite!"

Chan bit her lip and glanced at her sister. “What are they for?” she asked. “Sam said he has a daughter who loves to read,” Soriya explained. “So I’m lending her some of ours.” At that point, Dara joined them as well. She placed a mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of Chan, along with two tablets of aspirin. “They’re good children’s books,” she said, nudging the mug toward Chan to get her attention. Chan flicked her gaze to the hot chocolate and quickly grabbed it. The aspirin as well. She popped the pills into her mouth and sipped the hot chocolate.

"Why are you so happy? It's weird. I'm his daughter and I was less excited." "I'm not..." I looked at the book. "It's a good gift." "He brought me a scarf." "The scarf is beautiful." "It's wool." She looked at his bag. "What did he bring you?" "A book." She looked at the book. Then at her father. Her mouth opened slightly. "You brought her a book," she said slowly. "She mentioned Edinburgh." "When?" A pause that lasted one second too long. "At some point," he said. Brynn looked between us. The expression on her face was not the filing expression.

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

The year my younger brother, Leo Mercer, comes into the world, I instantly turn from the apple of Mom and Dad's eye into a ghost. I remember how Mom used to stay up all night out of guilt just because a mosquito bit me. However, later, when Leo knocks over a pot of boiling water and leaves my back covered in blisters, her only priority is telling him not to blame himself. When I was 17, a fire accidentally breaks out at home, and Mom and Dad immediately carry Leo out of the house. I'm left behind and nearly burn to death before Mom and Dad finally remember they have a daughter. Even though I'm ultimately saved, I end up with a four-inch scar across my abdomen. Mom and Dad hold my hand

——————Alex——————— My name is Alex. I’m the only surviving child of my father. I lost my mother and my brother in a fatal accident. My dad lost his legs and can’t no longer walk again. The accident caused me a a lot of pain and misery. My father sold all his properties including the house to pay of his debt and hospital bill. We live in a small apartment in a dark alley where it is difficult to sleep with two eyes closed.