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she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.

she screamed and I blanched, taking a step back as her words lodged in my heart like daggers. "Your father has another daughter, Delia and if you continue to be such a fucking wuss, you're going to be left with nothing," she said as she grabbed me by the arm, her nails vicious as they sunk into my skin. "You're here to cry about being bullied again, aren't you? You are a fucking HERRERA Delia, if you can't fight them, then you pay others to destroy them for you. Never let anyone belittle or look down on you, never let them take what belongs to you. Hoard everything you fucking covet. You need to remember that the poor are beneath you and should be trampled upon. Never let anyone beneath you

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

"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

"You men have this tendency to catch feelings for your victims mainly if she's pretty and can easily be controlled." "Especially you big brother." she gestures toward me. I took a seat beside her; an unwanted feeling clouded my mind when I knew where this conversation would lead. "Abree..." I warned. She threw her hands up in defense, a cocky smirk plastered across her lips. "Just saying, remember when you got obsessed over Rodriguez's older daughter, Juana?" "That was four fucking years ago," I uttered. Juana was the daughter of the infamous Mexican drug lord Rodriguez. My father and Rodriguez worked together once upon a time.

Ana said as soon as we entered the restroom. “It wasn’t a bother at all” I told her, smiling sweetly while all I wanted to do was squeeze and flush her down the toilet “How are you related to the Cruz clan if you do not mind my asking” I called out as she took a piss “I am the daughter of Andres father’s la mano derecho” That gave her the right to attend the party, she was family, I thought with disdain She came out of the toilet and flashed me another smile before going to the mirror to check herself out

“Would you like to meet your children?” The scent of mango gets stronger when she gets closer with the blanket. She puts it in my hands and flips it open. There’s a baby inside. It has dark curly hair and a deep skin tone. It opens its dark brown eyes and looks at me and makes a little squeaky sound. My heart jumps. I look up at Musu with my mouth open. She smiles and brushes her fingers on my cheek. “This is Inez. She’s your daughter.” I look down at the baby in awe. Una niñita? My baby girl. I touch her hand and let her grip on my finger. “Mija es fuerte. [My girl is strong.]”

Kayla's Pov “Harder…fuck…yes…harder..fuck me like your slutty bitch,drive me crazy,take me to the cloud..fuck!!” Every brutal thrust into my pussy and asshole ripped filthy words from my lips — words I never imagined I’d say. Words the preacher’s daughter was never supposed to even think. *. *. *. I’d spent my entire life being the perfect daughter. Modest dresses. Neat hair. Perfect manners. Strict curfews. Every single thing aligned with my parents and God's rules

The authentic Mexican foods are served on the table by the Servants when Joanna Karin drags out the chair and sits down. Her father, Mr Miller Albert wipes his hand with the disinfectant tissue, where he has a cut. His attention goes on his only daughter with a plain expression on his face. " Where have you been in those two days? After coming back?" He sounds calm. Her disobedience and ruthlessness aren't new to him... " Why do you care? Dad! Just give me the information you have gotten about Jacob and that Bïtch who dared to steal him from me." Her hazel green eyes shifted over a cold gaze. The irrational expression on her face is visually showing up...

" She said with a little bit of uncertainty in her voice. The Humphreys are a set of unnaturally annoying people. They think they're perfect, the richest–not that I care and above mistakes but the worst part is that they are so frigging far from perfect. They're the worst kind of family you can find in the US. Their so called air brained daughter Miranda is just nothing to write home about, lucky for me she attends the other school in our town; always competing with me for no just cause. Well that's by the way. "Nope, you're wrong" I answered purposely keeping her in suspense. "Stop making me guess" she said sounding annoyed and I could almost see lines forming on her forehead.