Novel & Cerita For My Daughter Book

"It's a good book!" Zoey squinted the corners of her eyes, before going on a knee, "What's the book about?" She couldn't remember where she brought the book for her daughter. She took Zara to the bookshop almost every day, and never had she remembered buying that sort of book for her daughter. Or was it Stella or Rafael? Stella hated books, so she was pretty sure that her best friend wouldn't be entertained in taking her daughter to the bookshop, and Rafael, she nearly saw that guy everyday.

I did have a gift for her. I entered the room and she was holding our daughter in her hands. She was smiling, looking at me. "Our daughter, Avyaan. Our little happy family," she chirped. "Yes!" I nodded and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. She blushed, and I saw her face turning red. "I have a gift for you, as well," I spoke up. "What?" She looked at me. And then, I took out a book and handed it over to her. She looked at the book, and she was confused and surprised. She looked at me, with hopeful eyes.

At 4:00 pm, we went to the pup training grounds to pick up my son, Finn Dwyer. When Finn saw me, his golden eyes widened in awe. "Mom, you look so beautiful! Just like an envoy of the Moon Goddess!" I smiled and hugged him. "Were you good at training today?" "Yes!" He wrapped his arms around my neck. "Mom, we learned tracking today! I can smell a squirrel from three yards away." He then pulled a wooden sculpture from his pouch.

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

She knew. My father turned and ran into my room. He searched frantically. He found my small notebook at the bottom of my tool chest. His hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold it. He opened the first page. The handwriting was young, from years ago. "Iris had another episode today. My mother said it was because my training scores were better than hers. I will not practice so hard next time." My father's tears fell on the pages. He turned them one by one.

"You're soaking. Why didn't you call ahead?" Her eyes dropped to the folder against my ribs. Her pupils spiked. "Mother," my voice shook. Rain dripped onto the Persian carpet. "I have the labs. I want..." Father set down his silver cigar cutter. Slow. Deliberate. Mother's nails dug into my arm, dragging me toward the shadows. "Not tonight," she hissed. "Read the room, Gemma. This is Bianca's night. Don't you dare ruin it." I froze. "Enough." Father's voice cut from the head table.

Clarisse lifted her chin, stuck out her dirty shoe, and planted her hands on her hips as she glared at Maeve. "Not only do you have to kneel and apologize—you have to kneel down and lick my shoes clean! My mom said raising you is like raising a puppy. Puppies lick their owner's shoes. That's only natural!" Before my eyes, my daughter—who had always been proud and obsessed with cleanliness—actually bent her knees and assumed the posture of kneeling down to lick the shoe. "Maeve, don't!" I grabbed her at once and pressed my hands firmly on her shoulders. "Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. You're Mommy's precious girl. Don't believe them. You're not a bastard."

I sat alone in the living room and stared at those so-called gifts. I started to tear up. I doted on my daughter for half of my life. Since the day she was born, people around me have tried to persuade me. “Have another child now while you’re still young, so you’ll have more company when you’re older.” I was holding her in my arms, and I decided to give all of my love to her. My husband and I were frugal, and we always prioritized her in everything.

Thank you," I said. "She gave me a rough outline of what you like and what you don't. What are your favourites and how much do you love reading?" he said. "And also, she asked me to hand over that pouch. She said it belongs to you," Noah said. I will open that when I get back to my room. I pulled out the second book in the series, A Court of Mist and Fury. My favourite in the series I opened it and took a whiff of the pages. The nostalgia and all my highlighted points are mostly about Rhys.

My jaw dropped. The girl… was the Alpha’s daughter.