Novel & Cerita How Old Is Left Eye Daughter

He sneered and tightened his hold. “Screw…you,” I breathed. “Ezra,” Dad barked. “What?” “Put her down. She’s my daughter.” His hold loosened and I dropped to the floor. I held my neck and glared at him. “You have an eighteen-year-old daughter?” Alpha Ezra asked. Dad shrugged, “Twenty but yes.” Blood pooled out of Dad’s shoulder and dripped on the floor. “Dad, you’re hurt.” I rushed to him. He waved me away. “I’m fine. Go to your room.”

She had forgotten what it was like to love and be loved. In fact, she barely remembered what a real, live “sword” looked like. At 42 years old, she was still single. Her forehead creased when the video suddenly paused. But then she saw the reason—a call from her eldest daughter. Smiling, she answered. “Marica, my dear! How are you?” she greeted warmly when her daughter’s face appeared. Evangeline beamed. Marica looked even more like her as she grew older. Of all her five children, Marica resembled her the most, from her eyes to her face shape and even her build.

She was watching me with the serious focused attention she gave everything important. "I have a daughter named Grace. She's three years old. She was born six weeks early into a world that was still dangerous. She had heart surgery at one day old. She fought her way through it with complete determination and then fell asleep like nothing had happened." A quiet sound from the gallery. Someone recognizing something.

She still believed in good things. “You are doing it again,”she said softly. “What?”I asked. “That smile,”she said. “The one you use when you are not happy.” “I am fine.” She did not argue.She sighed. It was the sigh of a daughter who has watched her mother be strong for too long. “Please. Just for tonight. It is your fiftieth birthday.” “I know how old I am.” “That is not what I mean,”she said. Ethan appeared next to her. He had a drink in his hand. “You look great, Mom.”

she said one evening. "Have what?" "A child. A family. A reason to keep fighting." "You have all of those now." "I know." Elena looked at her daughter. "That's what scares me." --- The baby's eyes opened for the first time on the fourth day. They were dark, almost black, with flecks of silver that seemed to catch the light. Elena gasped when she saw them, her hand reaching for her daughter's face. "She has my eyes." "And her father's stubbornness, probably."

Sometimes when I look at him, my chest tightens because those eyes feel like a ghost from a life I ran from. My daughter is Lyra Dawn Hayes, and she is my mirror. She has my soft lips, my long lashes, my dark brown hair, and my hazel eyes. There is something calm about her, something gentle. She has a nurturing presence that settles everyone around her. Watching how fast they grow fills me with a quiet, aching pride. As for me, I am no longer Maya Hayes.

I muttered, my voice sounding rougher than I intended. Elena blinked, turning her head slightly. “What?” “Your daughter,” I said, gesturing vaguely toward the console. “She’s gorgeous.” A subtle change crossed Elena’s face; a momentary softening that vanished as quickly as it came. “Thank you.” "How old is she?" I knew how old she was already, because I’d stalked Elena after meeting her for the first time but she didn’t need to know that. "Six." "That's a dangerous age."

The child has been crying all through the time that he was driving, and Franklin made sure that he doesn't feel sorry for her. His life hurts him like hell, and removing bad memories is the best idea for him, which is one of the reasons why he doesn't want Harper anymore. She's his flesh and his blood……. But having to feel for that is impossible. According to doctors who have come to my Mansion countless times…….. they have all proclaimed that my daughter is fine….. but she doesn't look fine. No normal child would have two different strange colors of eyes, for it's impossible. Her eye, which is located to the right is gold, while the other one is purely hazel eyes…… as it continues to change

“Dada!” Althea, our eldest, who is turning five next month, jumped in my arms from the fourth step, giggling when I caught her with ease. She has the eyes of her mother, and hair as pale as mine. I can see the fire in her eyes, something she inherited from her mother’s side as well.

he said looking me in the eye, I couldn’t answer so I just nodded and looked down. “Well James, where is my god daughter, I haven’t seen the girl since she was 8, and I want to see if she grew up to look as beautiful as her mother” Joseph embraced Eva, and a soft growl left James lips. Alphas and all their possessiveness, seriously. Joseph just found it amusing so did the Lunas, I laughed internally, because well James scared the crap out of me.