Novel & Cerita For My Daughter Book

Soon after, the police took us to the station, and the coroner prepared to examine my daughter's body. I stared at the scene before me, my mind going blank. My sweet, precious daughter. She was lying there now, motionless. She used to call me "Mommy" all the time. She was always so obedient, never crying or causing a fuss. She was easy to take care of. While I did the housework, she would entertain herself quietly, playing alone in her room. That was why I left her alone in the room. In my previous life, I kept insisting I had closed the window. A three-year-old didn't have the strength to unlock a window and jump out.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

The author ignored the anger in my words and sent a laughing emoji. "So what if it's illegal? No one has proof. The woman's face blindness is so severe that she can't even recognize her own daughter and husband. Also, her daughter was born with a heart condition. She would be doomed to a life of suffering if she continued living, so isn't she better off dead?" I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. "What do you mean by that?" The author's tone was completely nonchalant as they continued, "That's right. The daughter's dead. To be honest with you, my father treats me really well. He was willing to sell off his daughter with his legally wedded wife for my sake.

As for Maya, I gave her a large sum of money in thanks for her help. That's all I could give. For now, I just want to raise my daughter well.

The fine texture of the bedsheet felt like the fabric of his pajamas that wrapped around his muscular body. Through the morning light streaming in at the head of the bed, I could almost see Colin's charming smile, the sparkle in his eyes shining just for me. A sudden idea sprang to mind. I wanted to preserve our precious memories through illustrations, creating a treasured book filled with our shared moments from childhood. When my daughter was born, I would show it to her, page by page. I'd tell her the stories of her parents. Through our tale, she would learn our enchanting love story—a love and companionship like no other in the world.

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

"This isn't just about the card game anymore. My daughter's future happiness is the most important thing. We need to properly verify whether you can actually make Chloe happy." With that, the three rose and advanced toward me. I backed up step by step until I fell onto the bed. Susan handed a toy to each of them. "Come on, girls. Get him!" My heart pounded. The overwhelming rush of it all left me dizzy. A scene I'd fantasized about countless times in my dreams was actually about to happen. Every man with a daughter-in-law has imagined being with her. But not only did I have my future daughter-in-law—I had her mother and her sister too.

Cecilia said calmly, “Aren’t you going to step in and help? Aren’t you the best at playing the savior?” Lyon looked away and adjusted Isabella in his arms. “I don’t have time to deal with other people today.” After the checkup, Cecilia took Isabella to the children’s bookstore next door to choose picture books. She crouched by a shelf and picked out a bedtime story when her phone buzzed. Lyon had sent her a text. [Need to take care of something. I’ll make it up to Isabella later.] Almost at the same time, photos appeared on social media.

she repeated clearly. "Triceratops." "Tops." "Close enough." After the dinosaur book, she yawned. Finally tired. "Night night, Mama," she said, curling into my arms. "Night night, baby." I held her while she fell asleep. Watched her little face relax into unconsciousness. Advanced or not, she was just Isabella. My daughter. Who liked books and elephants and saying no to naps. That was enough. More than enough. --- I found David in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner.

“It is the first book that Kayden bought for me. He used to take me to listen to the narrator telling the stories of the Brothers Grimm. We used to pay with gold to enter and listen to him, and then he surprised me with the book and signed by them.” I told her in a proud tone that made Celine jealous. She took the volume from her fingers and hugged it to her chest as if it was the most precious of the octagons, a spontaneous movement from Larissa, but it caused great pain to Celine, as although she knows that she has no right to feel jealous, and that she is the intruder and not Larissa, but she is unable to control the fires of jealousy. Burning in her chest, a raging fire that could not b