For My Daughter Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 109 Dexter "So what story do you want me to read to you?" I placed two books in front of Lilly who was peering at me with her huge black eyes. Before bringing her over here, I got books that I'd be reading her to sleep and some other helpful toys. I didn't want my precious daughter to lack anything, as long as I could provide it. "Tell me, daughter," I urged her gently. Her little fingers closed around a big colorful book and I chuckled. Kids would always be kids. If only she knew that the other one beside the one she chose was more interesting, she'd have gone for it.

They turned. One book had slid forward half an inch. An old volume of poetry neither remembered buying. Ethan rose. Walked to the shelf. Pulled the book free. Inside, pressed between pages eighty seven and eighty eight, a single sheet. Their daughter's handwriting. Age twelve. A letter she had never sent. Dear Mama and Papa, I like it here. The house likes me too. It tells me stories when I put my ear to the floor. Stories about people who loved each other so much the sea learned their names.

nothing. [February 28, 2025] There's a girl in a group photo today. Her eyes... they looked like Charlotte's. I miss her so much, I start seeing her everywhere. [March 28, 2025] She called. For a moment, I felt alive again. But I ruined it. I said all the wrong things. I didn't mean to. I'll make it right next time. I will. [April 1, 2025] My daughter, Charlotte, is the best. Mommy will always, always love you.

"Hey! You don't like when I was lecturing you!" When her hands move with Rosa move mouth, the baby giggles, feeling funny at the vibration on her little hand. "Ahh! It hurts! Please let go of me! Mia!" A laugh echo in the living room, her sister's morning face looks so pretty. Even though she at her almost forties, she still looks young mature lady. She had white skin like Rosa, but her long hair is straight and red. "Your daughter is indeed genius. She knows how to keep your mouth seal."

I smiled at her and the archdemoness laughed out loud. “See! This is what I told you…she is a hoot. She is going to be perfect for my book store and I shall tell you why. Because she knows how to connect with people. I mean, today when every one of the kids at her age are all busy on their phones and stupid games she is reading books and she is mingling. That itself is a huge achievement. I must say…you ought to be proud for raising such a marvelous daughter,” said Hannabelle and my mother was blushing. Something was really wrong here.

I asked Lena, looking confused because I don't think she is the one who comes in places like this. We are in a place where mostly nerd people would love to spend their whole life here. “I want to buy some books for my daughter. I want her to know how to read properly already. She is not getting any younger she can’t still read words properly because her dad loves to spoil her and look at where that got into.” I nodded at her but her daughter is a good speaker though. She speaks a lot but she speaks nicely with respect. That's what I noticed when we were talking the other night.

Even though I know they are not the same person, their physical appearance, it’s the same. As I turned around to check the small shelf, I noticed many of Serafim’s favorite books she once read. As I go about checking, I find a small book that caught my attention. I don’t remember ever seeing this book in her room. The old small book was dusty, blowing some dust away and opening to check it. I found an inscription that said. “For my daughter, Serafim, I Hope this book helps you learn a lot and prepare you for what’s ahead. I will always love you, mom.”

"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 headed to my library, the one place where I can find peace. Everyone thinks I'm upset because Myra didn't become Jason's mate. They don't understand. They're all so blind. Why else would I have been giving Norella wolfsbane? I opened the door to my library and sat down, waiting for Maggie. I just hoped she had done what I asked. The library door creaked open, and there she was—Myra, in her blue dress, looking as beautiful as ever. She's my daughter, my pride, but right now, she's not who I want to see. "Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?" Myra asked, her voice tentative.

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam