He Celebrates When Daughter Burns Novels & Stories

Reaching over into the coffee table to grab our soothing balm and some muslin to wrap around his hands. “It’s gonna be okay Dad” letting out a long breath, appling the balm to his hands. “I won’t shift, I’ll stay inside” I feel my dad trembling. “As the daughter of the pack doctor and because your mom is the Beta's sister, you have to be at the ceremony Pumpkin,” His voice catches at the end.

Alpha Homer suddenly caught the attention of everyone, so Andrea has a reason to get her hand back. "Everyone, I, the Alpha of North pack, humbly thank you all for coming to my daughter's birthday, Andrea Garcia's birthday," said Alpha Homer with a fake smile. Andrea wanted to vomit because Alpha Homer called her his daughter, in fact when no one is watching, he treats her like trash and never treat his own daughter. Everyone is clapping because of what Alpha Homer said.

he mumbled, breaking everything, he sees. Like an angry bull in a bullfight against its arch-enemy, or perhaps an Alpha dog defending his territory, no, a devil, more than a devil, breaking everything, he sees throwing anything he grabs at the poor daughter to whom they all see as the devil’s daughter. “You devil!” He screams with the flush of red all over his face and the words that in this world the only thing that he regrets is to have a daughter who is the very blood of Satan himself. “Please.” Crying and begging, while she curls unto the side trying to reason out for something that she did not do.

One man asked as if he was expecting Rebekah to give away her daughter’s whereabouts. Rebekah turned her face to her daughter, “Mirabel, don’t be scared. I know it’s not fair, I know this is going to hurt, but don’t worry. We’ll meet your father soon, together.” Rebekah said and let out a soft cry. Tears rolled down her eyes. And right in front of her eyes, they set fire to her daughter. What followed was antagonizing. Screams of despair and agony and pain from her daughter who was being burnt alive. Rebekah screamed as she saw her daughter in pain. They set the fire to her cross after a few moments. She screamed more and louder.

he pleaded desperately. It was sad to see him this way, his daughter must really mean a lot to him. What harm would it be if I healed her too. "She is just thirteen and she always cries that she doesn't want to die, but the pain is too much. Every day I pray to the moon goddess to send a miracle and here you are," he added. "Alright," I decided, "I will heal your daughter, where is she?" He fell to the ground almost immediately in excitement. "Praise be to the moon goddess for this small miracle. To think a daughter of the esteemed White Moon pack would look down on me with such mercy. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

And then he saw me, standing in the center holding our daughter, Blaise hiding behind my legs. He didn’t move at first as he asked, “Sharon… what is all this?” I smiled. “Your birthday.” His jaw clenched, like the word alone triggered old memories. “You shouldn’t have—” “Yes,” I interrupted gently. “I should have. Because you deserve to be celebrated.” Something trembled in his expression. Then Daenerys reached toward him with both arms. “Dada! Dada!” That was all it took to break him. He walked straight to us, lifted her carefully, holding her like she was a fragile crystal. Daemon reached for him too, and he gathered both twins, one in each arm.

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.