I Was Born As The Second Daughter Novels & Stories

Maybe he understood that I was carving physical touch as I sign of reassurance because he nipped my earlobe rather affectionately . I sighed , I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer " I don't know maybe I am , maybe I am not " My voice shivered ever so slightly when he planted his coarse and warm palm against my stomach and started rubbing the pad of his thumb on my navel " As you already know that I'm the second child in my family , neither the eldest nor the youngest - when my parents got pregnant for the first time they were excited and when Jen was born they were ecstatic -after a few years they decided to try for a son and well that didn't work out , instead they got me " I smiled a

Claire's feeble resistance grew weaker, almost suffocating, until Lorneauxs finally released her. Regaining freedom, Claire breathed heavily, her bewildered eyes revealing a hint of fear. Why did Lorneauxs kiss her in the first place? She was the biological daughter of his stepmother—had he lost his mind? "Pain!" Feeling Lorneauxs nibbling at her neck, Claire quickly exclaimed, "Stop! My private parts are still swollen; don't touch me. Besides, I'm not taking emergency contraceptives again." Emma had warned her about the significant risks of these medications, emphasizing a maximum of two uses per year. Overusing them could lead to hormonal imbalance and other issues.

My youngest sister is named after my birth mother. Mom had wanted more children and after Dimitra, and her scar tissue had broken up and healed. She had some minor pain with Mete, but mostly it was an easy pregnancy, and she didn’t have to go on bedrest until the end because Mete was bigger than Dimitra. With Natasha, my mom had no problems at all. I was there at all three of my siblings births, so I heard my mother’s argument for naming their second daughter after my father’s first mate.

I shrug. “So you were born in what is now called Uganda, with you so far,” he says, getting the story back on track. I sigh,” My father’s name was Dembe, and my mother’s name was Isabirye Then there was my other mother, Kabitte - my father’s second wife and my mother’s sister. I also had two younger brothers, Iskander and Akillo. Iskander was Kabitte’s son and Akillo was my mother’s son,” I say, my heart clenching as I speak their names for the first time in centuries.

It pounded through me, shaking my bones, loud enough to make my ears ring—loud enough, maybe, to drown out the sound of my own fear. I have always been despised by my own father. A curse. A mistake. A daughter who was never wanted. I was born a twin. My sister, Anne, had been perfect—golden hair, a laugh that everyone adored, the pride of our pack. And then there was me. I came with a scar across my face, an ugly reminder that even the goddess did not bless me fully. From the day I was born, the whispers started. She’s cursed. She’s marked. She’s wrong.

Everything was perfect. Until I came. Like a curse that came to ruin everything, I was born—the only daughter in the entire Ricci clan. The only disappointment in the family. I really wasn’t supposed to be born at all. If my mother didn’t oppose my father’s request to get rid of me, then I wouldn’t even exist in this world. I don’t know what’s better, really. There are definitely some days when I feel like it would have been better if I had just ceased to exist.

And furious. Her little face was scrunched in outrage as she screamed at the entire world. A shaky laugh escaped me through my tears. "She's definitely mine." The room erupted with relieved laughter. She had Matteo's Grey eyes and dark hair but I didn't dwell on that. And lungs powerful enough to wake half the territory. "She's perfect," I whispered. But there was barely time to admire her. Another contraction hit. Then another. The second baby was already on the way. An hour later, after another exhausting round of pushing, my daughter arrived.

The family over the generations had did good at keeping the bracelet a secret due to its origin and value. Her cousin Samantha had put up a major fuss when she found out about it a few years ago. She had been mad that her dad hadn't gotten the bracelet. Her dad and Sera's mom were fraternal twins. Technically Sera's mom had been born second if only by a few minutes. The rules were first born daughter. If no daughter, then the first born granddaughter.

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

which my parents know as the basement. To me….. there's no difference between a dungeon and the basement where I do sleep in. Currently. I'm twenty-four years old, and very soon I'll be celebrating my birthday at twenty-five. The day I was born, is still the same day that my two younger ones were born. We all share the same birth month, which is amazing….. but I kinda hate my birthday month because I stopped celebrating my birthday for a long time now. When my Mama gave birth to my two younger ones….. she automatically forbids me from celebrating my birthday.