I'm Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter Novels & Stories

“Would you like to meet your children?” The scent of mango gets stronger when she gets closer with the blanket. She puts it in my hands and flips it open. There’s a baby inside. It has dark curly hair and a deep skin tone. It opens its dark brown eyes and looks at me and makes a little squeaky sound. My heart jumps. I look up at Musu with my mouth open. She smiles and brushes her fingers on my cheek. “This is Inez. She’s your daughter.” I look down at the baby in awe. Una niñita? My baby girl. I touch her hand and let her grip on my finger. “Mija es fuerte. [My girl is strong.]”

(Scared by jeremy zucker 👆) Enjoy reading!! ♡~♥~♡ I fall, I rise, I make mistakes, I live, I learn, I've been hurt but I'm stronger, I'm human, I'm not perfect, but I'm thankful. ♡~♥~♡ "Camila. " That voice called me. I feel someone was pulling my shirt, I look down and so my daughter looking at me asking why do I won't turn around.

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

"Are you blind? Heidi is the boss’s daughter! Where did this knockoff come from? Since when does she get to take my daughter's things?" The girl opened her eyes, stood up, and looked down at me like I was dirt. She grabbed a glass from the table and smashed it against my head, then spat at me. "Unbelievable," she snapped. "My mom is Stella, the CEO of Dixon Corporation, and my dad's one of the top executives. I'm their precious daughter. You call me a fake again, and I'll have my mom shut you up for good!" The room tilted. My legs almost gave out.

When Xander arrived, he stood up and turned toward us, then froze. Drake: You look so much like your mother. He wanted to rush toward me, but I dodged a step back, which made him stop. Xander gently squeezed my hand and said, Alexander: Your daughter went through absolute hell wherever she was. She has no memory of you yet, and, for goodness' sake, I'm the only one who can easily touch her right now. You have to take it slow and let her come to you.

Third Person's POV The mirror reflected a woman who looked perfect. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. Perfect smile. And yet Miley Perez hated the person staring back at her. She sat at the vanity table in her apartment bedroom, gripping a lipstick tube so tightly her fingers hurt. Perfect. The word had followed Astrid Woods her entire life. Perfect daughter. Perfect heiress. Perfect friend. Even perfect fiancée. Miley let out a bitter laugh. “Perfect,” she muttered. The word tasted like poison.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

A shiver ran through me. "You big-dick bastard!" I snarled in Spanish. "I'll give you a big kiss for fucking my daughter. A big kiss and a hot blowjob! And you, Guadalupe Morales, I am going to slap your ass! I'm so proud that my daughter is a dirty whore!"