He Celebrates When Daughter Burns Novels & Stories

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

And no matter what, I will never accept what he said. "You! Do you hear yourself?! Nishane, our daughter, is now in the hands of the Creator! Yes, you heard me right. She is now dead and we can't do anything about it! We were present there when she was burned! You witnessed it! We were there!" And that hit me hard…

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

He chuckled and everyone chuckled too. “Not this” She rolled her eyes. She hated being in public eyes and what was funny? “Okay, as I have said, this party that has lasted for three days and will be successfully ending today is in honor of my only daughter and heir, Hazel. A round of applause for her as she joins me here” He smiled at her as she walked to join him with a fake smile plastered on her face. “Father, this is not necessary” She whispered under her breath as she stood by him.

I smile sheepishly, and I feel the pride surging within. "It was my daily plea to the moon goddess for you to match up with my daughter." He purses his lips. I bend my head to show respect, and I nod. The elders all get up and my dad motions towards the door. They walk with me to the beach, where there is a bonfire, and the entire pack is gathering to celebrate our heroic fight. "Dude, this is the biggest party the pack has ever held for warriors," my friend Hugo says, and I glance at his beaming face.

And it was my fault that the house went on fire. It was fifteen years already, but the pain was too great. One of the pack’s lightest warriors was suddenly lost to the fire all because of his daughter—his cursed daughter. The witch had told him when I was born that I will bring nothing but tragedy on them, which my dad only shrugged off. Until that incident happened.

she asked. I held her tightly and tried my best to apologize to her. I could feel her small body growing colder and stiffer as the last spark of life left her. Outside the window, the New Year's Eve fireworks painted the night sky with brilliance and color while my daughter drew her last breath, leaving me with eternal regret as she departed. With her passing, I lost the last shred of hope I had for living. After burying Yuna in silence, I went to the hospital rooftop without any second thoughts. I followed her into despair, jumping to end it all.

Gamma Venice shrugs, “It could be a family tree disease.” My fingers twitch and I suck in a deep breath, remembering I can't kill a member of the pack council. “Your daughter is a drug addict,” Gamma Hartley snaps. “She whores herself out for two grams of morphine, and you want to talk about mine?” “Gamma Hartley,” Elder Campbell clears his throat.

Then she said, "It's not just going to be about his birthday but a day to celebrate his success as a business man. Daddy bagged a great deal in the business project he went to work on, and now he wants to celebrate that victory on his birthday." She sipped out of her drink and called the party, " Double Celebration! Gosh, I can't wait to attend." "Yeah, that's... That's indeed a double celebration," I responded with a low voice, feeling... Sad. I can't believe I almost forgot about my own Father's month. It was like my number one duty as his daughter. When it's his birthday, I would wake up really early to prepare something nice for him to eat, and be the first to wish him well.

"It's just cigarettes, man. That shit kills, so you don't need to get all emotional." He holds out the cigarette again and I take it, letting him light it for me. "This here sucks, maybe death is a better way out." he says, blowing smoke upwards, his gaze lost on a group of faces a few steps away from us. I shrug, holding the smoke longer than I should. "What stops you then?" "My daughter" reveals and surprise overwhelms me, but considering he doesn't seem willing to say any more about it, I swallow my curiosity. "And you?" he asks after a while.