Free Use Daughter Novels & Stories

A message from Marco, sent with the precision of a business memo: "I have withdrawn our engagement announcement. The official reason cited is irreconcilable differences. Effective immediately, we are no longer affiliated in any capacity. All shared assets are frozen pending review." Before I could process the words, another notification lit up. The family's encrypted channel—usually reserved for high-level security alerts. My father's statement: [My daughter Gemma has been disowned for attempted extortion and mental instability. She is severed from the Blackwell family effective now. Her actions from this moment forward are her own, and she is barred from all family properties and communicat

The relatives were seething with rage after being hit. Hannah kept laughing and gleefully throwing the droppings everywhere, as if she were some kind of warrior queen. "I'll take you, enemies, down!" Hannah was my daughter, so no matter how naughty she was, I could never bring myself to hit her. However, we were at a wake. In such a solemn and sorrowful setting, she had behaved so outrageously and even pelted the relatives with sheep droppings. If I didn't discipline her, every relative in the village would point their fingers at me. It probably wouldn't have stopped there—they might have thrown Hannah out themselves.

I grew up with two parents and they both sucked. Honestly, I was a free spirit and I liked it that way. Tillie was the only partner I needed and she treated my daughter almost like she was her own. Whenever I wanted to be impulsive she was there to make sure my daughter was cared for. Like the time I stole this asshole’s motorcycle and drove to Vegas for the weekend. Or the time my friend invited me to come along as her plus one to this rich guy’s yacht party last minute. The only catch was that we had to be topless the whole time, it was worth it. “Mommy!” Aaliyah shouted, bringing me back to reality.

Baling ng lalaki sa kaniya. Inilarawan niya si Suzy at kung saan naroon ang cottage nila. Nireplay naman nito ang CCTV footage isang oras ang nakalipas. “That's my daughter!” Turo niya sa isang monitor nang mamukhaan si Suzy. She's still wearing her pink summer dress. Dala-dala ni Suzy ang puting teddy bear at nagtitingin-tingin sa paligid, tipong may hinahanap.

I can see fear creeping up to him. “Let’s see. I want you dead” - Gabe says and Alex’s eyes meet his. “B...but I have a daughter” - he says “I could care less about that” - Gabe replies “She’ll be better off without a shit of father like you” - I say “Please don’t kill me, I’ll do whatever you want” - he says “Okay, so I want to keep you tied up in a cell receives a beating every day for the rest of your life as you receive constant updates on how happy Amelia is with me and our little daughter” - I say

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

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

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

"Ma'am, that young man is banned from the property. Your daughter gave me a direct order. She told me to make sure no calls or messages from him reached you. She said it was for the family's peace." The words hit me like a slap. So, he had tried. He did care. But my own daughter, my scandal, had built a wall between us. A hot, sudden anger flashed through me. "So, Leo really does care, but my scandal of a daughter is behind all this," I whispered to myself. I ended the conversation there, promising to deal with it after the event. But the anger stayed, a low burn under my skin.

"Next time, I expect you to text me and ask me permission before you go shopping. I could have had one of the omegas pick up something for you. There's no need for you to be anywhere but school or home." I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Dad, I can't be kept prisoner here for forever. I'm going to turn 18 soon and you won't be able to stop me from having freedom." "You are my daughter. It doesn't matter how old you are or where you go or who you're with, you belong to me and you will do as I say! Don't make me chain you downstairs again, I would have thought you'd learned your lesson by now."