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His grandmother's family is from Mexico, so he couldn't escape that either," I reply softly. "I'm his daughter, so I'm Mexican too?" she asks, lifting her head to look at me. It seems we've made a breakthrough. "That's not quite how it works, dear. You weren't born in Mexico, you were born here, in Los Angeles," I reply calmly. "You're of Mexican descent."

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

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)

I screamed at her , my temper getting the best of me “ I’m your daughter! The girl you are supposed to love but you don’t because you can’t because you only want to love someone who is perfect ! “I looked at her my voice cracking “ But you know what mum , I can’t be perfect daughter , just like you can’t be a perfect mother . Since you cannot accept me just the way I’m , I don’t see the point of staying with you in one house and adding misery to each others life “ “ You honestly ! I’m tired of being pointed at ! You think I’m at fault ? You want to blame me ? Sure go ahead ! But let me tell you , you can keep your head buried in the sand like an ostrich ignoring all your flaws but when Jaco

They didn’t. “Good isn’t enough,” I muttered, tapping my pen against the desk. “It has to be perfect. If I slip up once, even slightly, they’ll rip me apart. They’re all waiting for me to fail.” She shut the folder with a sharp snap, making me jump. “Perfection is impossible. But this? This is close enough that your dad would’ve been proud.” The mention of Dad made my throat tighten. I looked away quickly, pretending to shuffle papers. “Don’t,” I whispered.

"If you want respect, you need to have a powerful father first. Unfortunately, that would be my father. I'm the daughter of Don Caruso, the Principessa of a mafia family. You'll never be better than I am in this life. You're nothing but a dog I can beat off!" Looking at how confident she was, I frowned slightly. Could my father really have an illegitimate daughter behind our family's back? I asked carefully, "I heard that Don Caruso's daughter is studying overseas and has only just returned. How do you explain the fact that you studied at a local public university?"

I threatened in her ear. “Tiffany, I’m Jaxon. Matthew’s mate, Anne, is my daughter. I told him I’d leave you alone as long as he behaved but he left her, pregnant and alone. The consequence of his actions is you coming with me.” I informed her. “I don’t belong to anyone.” She spat as she crossed her arms under her chest. She was wearing a sleeveless dress and her tits hung heavy in it. I could see the peaks of her nipples and I just wanted to taste them.

He said already holding my hands . "I'm so lucky to have you" I said. "Let's quickly clean the car before those drama queens start their drama" He said and we laughed. We started cleaning... "So..will you tell me more about your past?" He asked. "Of course" I said. "I'm Vinnie Winters,the daughter of the one of the most wealthiest man in Mexico,i have a step mum and I'm or rather i was a popular model and musician,I'm a novel freak..i have a lot of romantic novels in my library in Mexico" I said and Mig's eyes widened in excitement.

my mother said I became embarrassed. “Mummy!” I cautioned. “And such a good thing too, I was starting to be worried about you oh. “My father added as Stella tried to hide her smile. “My parents love embarrassing me.” I tell Stella who smiled. “That is something which we have in common.” She replied and I narrowed my eyes at her, before she could talk to my parents, I hurried said goodbye and dragged her away from them before she would let her demonic side lose. She just laughed as I dragged her through the crowd to the food part where even more people were milling about.

"I'm the daughter of the Beta of the third strongest pack in the East, West and South Territories. I am expected to act a certain type of way and yet I am a potty-mouthed, motorhead who prefers going on missions that guarantee a fight than to go shopping with the rest of the Alpha, Beta and Gamma's fancy daughters. I am sure you can see why I've had everyone nitpicking who I should and shouldn't be and why that's so triggering for me." I didn't know why I was telling him all this. My mind was fighting me and yet my body wanted to comfort him and calm his wolf. I was sure the origin of my emotions was from my silent wolf and yet a part of me was still intent on ensuring he was okay. "I would