For My Daughter Book Novels & Stories

But then everything about her just fucked me up, the way she talked whenever she thought she was right, the way she raised her eyebrow to challenge me, the glint she has in her eyes when she knew she is about to do something that would make me mad. It all just fucked with my mind. As my daughter slept peacefully in my arms, I was happy that my child is going to take after her mother. A strong woman raises a strong woman. AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey Beautiful People, I know I am also very sad, I can’t believe it’s all over now. I really enjoyed writing this book, it is very close to my heart. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and the book. Thank you for all your love and support. But good news is that now

“Please give it to me.” This book seemed very important to her, for her to beg me so earnestly to return the book. “I don’t want to,” I muttered my eyes trailing off to her bag and the rest of the books that were sprawled across the floor, it was the ugliest fucking bag I had ever seen in my entire life, there was a lot of patchwork on the bag and I just wonder if this girl has fucking responsible parents. Why would anyone allow their daughter to come to school with such a garbage sack?

S U M M E R My little minion took her sweet time getting ready for bed. When I walked in, she was still chattering away, holding out one of three different books for us to read. "That one, Mommy! I love alligators. And wolves. Do we have any books about wolves?" Only my daughter would choose an alligator book over a cheerful dog or a cuddly teddy bear. But wolves? "I don't think we have any wolf books, but how about a doggie story?"

“You committed to this coven your unwavering loyalty. You must remember that.” “I stand by my word, Great Mother.” I say solemnly. “Time reveals all truths.” The Great Mother says. She reaches into the folds of her robe and retrieves a well worn book. “This is the first book taught to the girls being raised in our homes. It is enchanted and can only be read by a member of the coven. To an outsider it would be a copy of whatever book they are most familiar with. An illusion that feeds on their own imaginative energy.” She places the book in my outstretched hand.

The prologue is up there! And this book is about their daughter.I made a lot of changes including their daughter’s name (I don’t why did I changed that?) silly me.tsk! I don’t know what to say next sooooo ENJOY! And please support me! Thank youuu

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

"It itches. It itches so much. Kyle, please help me." It was the weekend, and my goddaughter, Emma Leone, had the day off. She took her little Yorkie to the park for a walk and insisted that I come along with her since we hadn't seen each other in a long time. However, as soon as we reached the park, Emma's face turned bright red, and she pleaded with me. As she spoke, the sweet young girl kept shifting and squirming.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

Daniel walked ahead two steps before noticing and coming back. I looked at my daughter. At her face. At the question in it that was both simple and enormous. "Where did that come from?" I asked. "I've been thinking about it since I read your book." "You read my book?" "I found it on the shelf. I've been reading it for two months. I didn't finish it yet but I understand about the name." I looked at her. This person who'd arrived six weeks early and had heart surgery at one day old and had been fighting her way through the world with complete determination ever since.

The red light inside was on. I let out a cold laugh. “First of all, the ambulance never showed up. It never came! “I had to get her here myself. I flagged down a car.” Marina seemed shocked when she heard that. I turned toward the nurses’ station and said, “Nurse, I need to speak to my daughter’s doctor. I have information about what she might have been exposed to.” As I spoke, my gaze swept over Kai’s clenched fists.