If It's For My Daughter Anime の小説・ストーリー

"What do you want this time?" I asked calmly. Yet the Trixie just smirks. "I just wanna announce that even if you were the always top one in school, a daughter of a maid of the beta was always a maid, stop dreaming cause I hadn't seen your name on the list of the highest rank."

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.

Not of my daughter. And not for long.

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.’

she says "I wish I didn't have to marry him if my mother wasn't the daughter of Hera I wouldn't have to but she is and my father is Hades so I have some of the powers of both My father and my grandmother and they want a strong Empress who has the blood of Hera so I have to I wish I could be with Soren because I love him" I say as I start crying Laguna walks up to me and hugs me. I'm just glad everyone else is in class so they don't see me crying

For a moment, her eyes flickered, as if she had just realized something. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew it! You've been reborn, too!" Then, she looked at me arrogantly. "Do you even know why you were able to come back to life? It's because you're my daughter! As the daughter of the heroine, even if you die a few times, you'll still keep coming back! Fate keeps giving us these second chances so we can finally find the perfect way to make your dad regret leaving me!" I could tell she had completely lost her mind. I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead.

Was she suggesting that I should let my daughter turn into a monster who would bring misery to innocent lives? "I don't want my daughter to become an evil person," I said, my voice unintentionally raised due to my anxiety, spurred by Veem's statement. "Are you saying you see your daughter as a monster?" Veem narrowed her eyes, holding Yuna out of my reach, causing my heart to race. I swallowed hard and shook my head, still attempting to get closer, but her men blocked my path. "That's the very definition of a weresin. A child who would bring chaos, and chaos is a sign of wickedness," I argued, my frustration growing as I tried to assert myself. The way she spoke about my daughter and agreed

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

Willow went inside and put the car keys on the table with her bag. She walked through the narrow corridor and up the stairs to the second floor.The door was slightly ajar, revealing a room that was still brightly lit. Willow knocked gently on the door. "Zoey?" she called. The little girl was drawing and turned around with a glum face. She had raven black hair, chubby cheeks, and a stocky body. Zoey was so pretty, her face was like a doll. "Hello, sweetheart," Willow greeted, hurrying over to her daughter. "What are you doing?"