Independence Day President's Daughter Novels & Stories

This is a photograph of the current president with his daughter, victim of the hatred of the first lady. She's a young girl, and no, I wouldn't have to be a genius at human reading to say she's shy, but I am. The little girl can barely look at the camera, hiding under her father's arm so I can't even see her face. The dress is white, as is the hat on her head, to preserve the good girl image America adores. "I don't accept it," I said simply. - Oh, LeBlanc, don't say that until we talk about values.

Contracted Story Don't Plagiarize It. {Advice/ What a plan?? } Andrew's POV “I'm Cali Rea Simon, President Simon's only daughter... ” She uttered at that moment; I knew I'm finished... I didn't expect to meet the president's daughter this way. Wtf!!! I'm fvcking responsible for her condition, I need someone to talk to. Seriously, this news is too much for me to bear alone. The president and I only saw each other once but the first lady had several...

The Organization President couldn't bring himself to say the word 'dead' because up until now President Carlton still can't admit to himself that her daughter is dead. President Carlton's daughter was Emma, who is Andria's best friend. Emma is also the reason why the Organization President and his wife along with Mr. Ambrose is so close to the family Hale. "Then I will hang up now. The documents in front of me is so stressing." "Please take care of your self, President. Your health is much more important than your work." "I know." The Organization President hanged up and Mr. Ambrose walked back to where his underlings are.

V and Netflix. "Well ..i will be going out at 3 .." "Where ?, with whome ? , how ? ...and why ?" So many questions. "To the mall , with Peach , by her car , to by some Christmas things " I smiled . The smiled suddenly faded as he replied with a stupid answer . "No ..your not , what if something happens to you " What am i , the daughter of the president? "What are you bluffing about ? ...we decided it yesterday itself " i said .

" Alright dear, just know that you have my love and support," " Thanks alot dear. I'll see what I can do. Have a good rest, and recover soon. So much is waiting for you," " See you soon dear," An hour had elapsed since the call with the general. Zia let out a loud sigh before she opened the envelope. The first thing that came into view was an image of a lady Zia recognised very well, the wife to the former president. Zia was stunned, did it mean that she had been the daughter of the president.

"Alright." "Thank you." The First Lady squeezed her hand some and walked away from her to approach her husband. "What's the next move?" The President was about to talk when my phone rang. It was an unknown number. I frowned but went outside to pick it. "Hello?" "If you want the President's daughter to keep breathing, tell her father to publicly denounce his support for Jared Johnson."

I scolded "Didn't you check the internet? Your picture is all over the internet!" She uttered, ignoring my scolding. "Gosh! She is such a joy kill" I heard David murmuring "Come and see yourself" she walked closer to me and I took the phone from her. "The president's first son, Liam Miller was spotted this afternoon with a purple hair girl," said the headline "What the fuck!"

CARLISLE “How did you find her? What are you going to do to her? She has nothing to do with this. Leave my daughter out of this. If you're angry, take it out on me. Leave mine. Just let my daughter go.” All these, he said on the floor, with his hands wrapped around my legs like he was trying to take off my shoes and pants by force. The President of the United States was begging me like a dog. I knew it would come to this but they would never listen.

“What is going on?” Sasha’s eyes widened as she remembered. “Right. You don’t know.” “Clearly,” I replied. She leaned in. “See that blonde girl getting out?” I looked towards the SUV. A stunning blonde stepped out, looking like she’d walked off a fashion magazine cover. Perfect hair, perfect makeup, a perfect uniform – everything about her screamed money. “That’s Lisa Hart.” “*The* Lisa Hart?” I asked, my brow furrowing. Sasha nodded. “The President’s daughter.”

“So that means you are still paired with William? That's bad..” I stared at her. “Why are you interested? Fired at me like that like you have some claim over me.” This time she didn’t rush the answer. She watched for a few seconds. “Well… you should know there is some kind of relationship between us.” The heat rose on me at once. “Relationship?” I watched her smile again in a confident, arrogant way, like she expected me to bow. “I am the President’s daughter,” she said. “And you know I would get him to be mine if I want. After all… you don’t…”