I Was Born As The Second Daughter Novels & Stories

I panicked and somehow got inside the hospital which is completely near to the new house we shifted after I got to know that she is pregnant so that it will be useful. “You will be fine.” I said, rubbing her hand while she was lying in the hospital room. “I know!” she mumbled smiling. “How?” I asked her because I am so scared. “You are here right.” she replied, holding my hand back. She didn’t shout in pain or anything and just had the perfect delivery with a smile on her face, ignoring the pain. “I love you so much.” I said when our daughter was the one who came outside. “I wish the next one is also a daughter.” I mumbled when she is giving birth to the second twin.

Chapter 451 Haven’t looked at my life record video, the Archangel Gabriel asked, my son you have over twenty beautiful ladies as your wives are you not satisfied? Look you have about four different types of beings because of your divine mandate, why do you still talk about love? My Lord, we were born twins I and my twin sister. At the age of one year three months my father who was the emperor of the Indo continent at that time was captured by another group so that they could rule the Indo continent.

My father was born and that's explain why I'm here—a result of his love with my mother. Would I consider it fate or misery? The agreement was made in the twentieth century which was highly impossible to not have a single daughter born until me. Other girls wouldn't be complaining—seriously, being engaged to a royalty right after you were born—that's a fairy tale. Am I made for Emery?

“I read in one of my books that people who were born on the same day with the same face are called twins. Is she my twin, mamma?” “Yes, piccolina. She’s your twin sister. She’s minutes older than you though.” Marcella’s voice becomes weak while explaining and uttering the last sentence. “Really?” She suddenly feels excited, which makes Marcella surprised. “Can I play with her, mamma? You know how dull living here—” “I’m sorry, piccolina, I forbid.” “Why?” “No explanations for now.” “Okay.” Mariella just agrees but asks another question. “What’s her name?”

I’m sorry my darling. The room swam and I was thankful that I was still sitting. ‘All I wanted was to do was make you feel loved. Every time I summoned the courage to tell you the truth, it would be drowned by a mountain of fear. I didn’t want to loose you tiny. If I could do it all again, I would still take you. You are my daughter just as much as Lily is. I didn’t give birth to you, but I nursed you as my own, watched you grow and I love you with everything in my being. You and your sister. I pray this does not drive a wedge between both of you.’

I contrasted it with what I’d seen her wear to my room, the last time she visited. “Teletubby microbiologist””, I whispered to myself with a smile. At the New Girls hostel, I disembarked from the initial bus that had transported me from the Temporary Site (T. S.), and entered another bus that would take me to Olld Boys hostel, via the Private Hostels (P.H.). My buttocks had barely touched the seats in the second row inside the bus when my mobile phone began to ring. I thought it was Elo that was calling. It turned out to be my second stepmother (my dad’s third wife). She called to inform me that her eldest daughter had given birth to a baby boy.

Ty took one of my hands while Kaz leaned an arm behind me on the loveseat, idly toying with my hair. "I was born outside Paris during the reign of Louis XIV to a family with too many titles and not enough money. I was the third daughter and there was nothing left for a dowry, so my parents gave me to the church when I was eight." "You?" Kaz barked incredulously. "A nun? Ridiculous." His fingers tightened on my shoulder.

"What do you mean we haven't? From the day you were born, you've been the Moretti Principessa. You've had the best of everything this world can offer. What more could you want?" I let out a cold laugh. "Then let me ask you this: last year, on the anniversary of my own mother's death—your first wife's—where were you?" That's right. My birth mother was not the current Donna. My birth mother was my father's first wife, who was killed in a family feud when I was four. The current Donna, my father's second wife, had no children of her own. That was why she had been so taken with Bella from the moment she arrived.

2 months later 2 months after the birth of our daughter I was in her room getting ready to go to church and I started to remember the day when she was performing and we sang the song that God Himself made for us, it was very exciting because everyone in the church started to cry and on this day it was more beautiful because my sisters and my brothers -in

I wondered how many there were actually. She smiled wryly, indicating that she has no clue about this. "I have no idea, Your Majesty. But since Father told me that I am the second eldest daughter of the Moon Goddess, it could mean that my oldest sister is already born somewhere. I am not sure where she is if you are going to ask me," she stated. "And Father before said that my other siblings and I have different fathers so basically, we are half-sisters." That surprised me a little as I chuckled. "Sure that Moon Goddess likes to hang out with many men then give birth to each of her daughters."