روايات وقصص ضمن If It's For My Daughter Anime

Albert demanded as he grabbed the scumbag by the throat out of Uncle John and Charles’ grip. “Y… yes. I would ask why you care… but Azer filled me in on your… situation with my… daughter. I... can’t blame you… Suzu was a… good distraction.” Miyazaki choked out. “Don’t ever speak of Suzu! And Hana is MY daughter!” Dad snarled. Aurelia managed to keep Dad from completely going off. No one, however, kept me from going off. I slapped Miyazaki. “Keep my mother’s name out of your filthy mouth, scumbag,” I commanded as I slapped him a second time.

Maija It’s the night before our trip to Japan. I am super excited to be visiting the birthplace of anime, but I’m a bit nervous since Zayne agreed to go on the trip. I never believed he would agree, but I am happy he did. I really hope we can move on and be a normal family because mom and dad really missed him. My iPad rings, and I grab it. It’s all my friends on Facetime. “Hey, girlies,” I answer, grinning. They don’t even say hi before Santana blurts out what they’re all dying to know.

"Can you call your daughter to stop stressing me? I'm having a bad day?" "What bad day?" I blinked innocently. "And, she's my daughter? Didn't you give birth to her?" Sora flashed a frightening laser at me and I shut up. "For now, she's your daughter. When she's calmer, she's my daughter." "I see," I wanted to say, but didn't dare. Sora would have my head off my shoulder if I said one more word. He pointed to Beauty not taking his eyes off me. "Get her to sit her ass down, this second!"

I have a perma-smile on my face. I don’t think it’s ever going to fade. I think I finally found the perfect studio to create Chasing Kitsune into an anime. That meeting with the studio heads went fantastic. Other studios wanted to cut content and make it PG. Some thought offering to make it PG13 was a compromise.

And my father’s long eyelashes, high cheekbones, and sharp canines. All angels are always beautiful—the elite members of the Council even more so. I’ve been told that as the daughter of two Council members, I could be the start of a war if I’m not careful. Though to me that sounds more like some ridiculous story a human would make up. How could someone possibly be so beautiful that others felt the need to start a war? Just as I start moving towards my bed there’s a sharp rapping at the door. My head falls back and I groan. The only time anyone comes to my door is if someone important wants to talk with me.

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'

Naturally, our leader would prefer his daughter to marry someone closer to her own age or even her destined mate, rather than a simple man like me. I take a deep breath, questioning my own thoughts. Why am I comparing myself to Serena's future husband? I should simply care for her as a young girl who is ten years my junior. Feeling a wave of shame wash over me, I quickly gather my scattered belongings. What was I even thinking? "Serena, your father is probably looking for you," I say, trying to divert her attention. The little girl grasped my hands tightly, and once again, the pain in my chest resurfaced. Why do I feel this pain whenever she is around?

The white robe striking against her skin. “I have heard that you also appreciate dance.” She says plainly, her smile betraying her cutting remark. “I do as is demanded of me by my Alpha, your grace.” I reply, tiring of this conversation. “What is your name?” She asks. “Ceres.” I reply. “Ah, the Goddess of the harvest and motherhood. I was told you were of the Harvest Moon pack. Generally, only Alphas name their daughters after the ancient Gods and Goddesses. Are you not a lady’s maid?” She questions.

I finally got an heir to my throne. And I couldn’t be happier that I have a daughter, her name is Anna, the Princess of Futanari. Anna will be taught everything to always be respected and feared by all the creatures and the futanari of our kingdom. She will grow beautifully being surrounded by everyone that will love her, becoming the greatest futanari that has ever existed. Because yes, she is a futanari! It took three days for Maleficent to fully recover after giving birth to our daughter Anna.

Amelia declared, giving the most logical explanation she could think of. I laughed softly and shook my head. “Well Amelia, I don't think I qualify as a boy anymore. Don't you think so?” She huffed dramatically and flicked a strand of hair out of her face. With her hair out of the way, she returned her icy stare at me, waiting for the answer to her question. ‘Such confidence for a young child,’ I smiled to myself. ‘No one had to⁴ be told that she was indeed an Alpha's Daughter.’