He Celebrates When Daughter Burns Novels & Stories

As I suggested, he and Daniel drink deeply, emptying their glasses as I simply take a sip and place the flute on the table away from me. The champagne fizzes on my tongue, dry and sharp. But I ignore it, staring at my father. “And what are we celebrating,” he says, leaning back in his chair and resting his folded hands comfortably on his belly. “Just familial happiness? Or something more specific?” I speak quietly, obliging him to lean forward to hear me. “We’re celebrating your retirement.” “My retirement?” he says, surprised, and then he laughs, thinking it’s some kind of joke. He leans back in his chair and smiles at me. “What do you mean, daughter?”

My entire body trembled as the fire spread under my skin, burning through every shadow he left behind. Zac’s voice turned into a howl, echoing in the distance. “You can’t kill me!” “Yes,” I gasped, my voice cracking. “I can.” The light burst outward. The world shook. My body arched in agony as the flames consumed everything...the forest, his face, every memory of him that had haunted me. Through the blinding fire, I heard a sound...a soft, broken cry. Not mine. Hope’s. My heart clenched at the sound of my daughter’s voice, small and fragile, echoing through the burning void. “Mommy…”

My daughter, five years old but timeless battling a hidden war within her bloodstream that we cannot detect cannot grasp cannot defeat. Sixteen days away, from her birthday. Seventeen days remain before the city attempts to crown her as its queen. I ignite a cigarette using the Zippo etched with SPITFIRE + KANE 4EVER, the one I had the evening I asked the question inside a freezer holding a ring crafted from a melted subway token and a vow I’ve been striving to uphold ever since. The flame bursts golden momentarily, before calming into an orange. The city notices. Every red crown on every building flares brighter.

"And I missed you, my precious daughter. I feared the worst, but now you are here, and we are together again." ‌ The room burst into applause once more, the cheers echoing through the halls as the pack celebrated the reunion of their beloved beta and his daughter. The bonds of kinship and loyalty were reaffirmed, a reminder of the strength that lay within their werewolf clan. ‌ As the night carried on, the celebration continued with renewed fervor. Heimzel and Reina found solace in each other's presence, their shared experiences and the unbreakable bond between father and daughter serving as a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of their world.

“You look overly excited today. And I know you aren’t excited about the birthday. You don’t give a fuck about it.” “Yes. I don’t give a fuck about the birthday,” I didn’t even attempt to deny. “It’s what will happen during the celebration that I’m excited about.” “What do you plan to do, Layla?” he groaned. “Oh, nothing,” I simply said. Father would be mad when he realized I murdered his long-lost but found daughter. But he wouldn’t hate me for that, would he? He loved me more than he did her. He would eventually get over it.

“You let me think you were dead. You let me suffer. And now you’re using my daughter to finish a war that should’ve died with our father.” He moved slowly, and sat down on a chair heavily. Then he took a swig of his drink. “We’ll let you go,” he said quietly, almost kindly. “But understand this, Rosa…” He leaned closer. “We will burn the Morettis to the ground. Every last one of them. If your daughter’s in the way, well, that’s unfortunate. You put her there.” I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “You’re not him. You’re not our father.”

I said. "Handley. Her mother's name." He was looking at the harbor again, and this time it wasn't private, it was penance. "Before your mother. A different mistake, handled worse. I paid for her whole life and attended none of it — cheques instead of birthdays, a trust instead of a father. She hates me with a thoroughness I earned invoice by invoice." His hand tightened on mine.

"Everything just seems so...new. I don't understand anything." Mr. Chester sat quietly for a few moments, watching his daughter's bewildered expression. He knew that this was going to be a long and difficult road to recovery, but he refused to give up hope. He would do whatever it took to make sure that his daughter regained her memory and returned to her former self. He felt useless for not being there for his daughter. He was the governor saving other people and their problems, but his own daughter was ironically dead! His tears mixed with larva, molten magma and sulphur. Whoever had caused or initiated this accident and the kidnap of her daughter will leave to regret living. He or she wou

Luke hold my hand as we enter the cremation room… we decided to create our daughter as it was painful to hold a normal burial for her… I cry every time I remember her small body from suffering. I close my eyes tight as my parents arrive and so does Pearl and Evan. I look away from the process as they started lighting up the fire. “I’m here.” Luke whisper and pull my head to his shoulder as I cry silently while listening to sound of fire… killing my daughter once more. Good thing Luke respected my decision to not invite other people in this. I’m scared the media will find out and the world will know… it scares me that they will remember it until the day I healed… it will pull me back and I w

"Frida Burns, daughter of Keith and Nancy Burns, was just rousted as his accomplice by the pack beta. I'm saddened by this news, and that is why her execution is set for the next ten days." There are gasps in the room. Nancy crumbles. Keith cradles his wife in his arms, appearing distraught. He is about to lose his only surviving child. The man looks at me with hate in his eyes. I entertain his stare for only a moment longer before averting my gaze. "This is an example to anyone else who intends to betray Moon Grove. You will be burned to death." Once I'm done, I turn to leave, but a familiar voice from the crowd comes after me.