Independence Day President's Daughter Novels & Stories

After what he'd let me do. And Leo… God, how was I supposed to look at him? But I had to go. Summer, Landon, and Leo’s mother, had been cleared of her ovarian cancer a few months ago. Visiting the President’s wife wasn’t a social call; it was Club obligation. As the Vice President’s daughter, my attendance was mandatory whether I liked it or not. I slipped into a simple black dress and pulled on a coat. Tyler knocked once from the hallway before letting himself in.

Emma's POV: Really who is it. " Hassan I will call you back later, I need to attend to something." I said and he smiled at me. " Okay, my regards to your parents okay." He said and I disconnect the call. The knock came on again and I muttered a come in. It was Serena. "Your excellency,the president and first lady is back and they demand for your present in the sitting room" She said "Okay I will be there in 2 minutes"I said and quickly get down from the bed and wore my flipflop before walking down stairs.

Otherwise, according to the president's usual style. The more she wanted to run, the less likely the president would let her go. The president should have thousands of ways to make her stay. And there was Little Nomi between them. Little Nomi was the president's biological daughter. The president probably wouldn't let Little Nomi leave with Monique. "No, the president looks like he wants Little Nomi to leave with Monique." As these thoughts crossed Song Xu's mind, he asked incredulously, "Why?" Henry glared at Song Xu with his dark eyes.

He is a former MMA fighter who retired after breaking his right leg. There are three cars in a row. Marcos looks all over the street, including me, but I'm just an American citizen on his middle class motorcycle. He gets into the second car, where the president and his daughter are presumably. I watch the cars drive away, effortlessly giving way to traffic. All other cars pull away for them to pass. This is their daily route. At seven o'clock, father and daughter leave together. She goes to her private dance class and he goes to the White House. She has lunch at the studio, comes home at two o'clock in the afternoon and prepares for university. Of course, not in person.

David would no longer be president, and even if Jessie gets married to him, she's just going to be his housewife with no status, she can't be renowned. Jessie close the space between them, and held her hands. "Mum, I know you're worried that David would no longer be the president, but that's not true. The world knows his father is the eldest and the president of JC Group. I'm going to be the president's wife." She said, and Warren nodded. "Your daughter is right, stop worrying yourself over nothing, it won't change, our daughter will be the president's wife." Mandy yank her hands, and look at them in disbelieve, they don't understand what will happen now that John isn't disfigured.

So, the ugly truth of these top executives talking behind the female president is all out in the open now. “This is way too much! Missy is the only legitimate daughter of the Hamilton family! What the hell were they thinking?” Jason, the President’s secretary sitting in the passenger seat, was so angry that his cheeks turned red. “Ah, all that stuff about being the legitimate daughter, that’s all in the past now. I don’t care about It, yet here you are still fussing over it.”

I'm the beautiful daughter of this building where he stepped on, he need me even he won't admit it. "You go first," he replied to me. I raised my hand in front of him and gave him a sweet smile of mine. "Hold my hand first," I said to Lever. He looked at my hand. My forehead furrowed as he placed the papers he was holding on me. "Hold these," he told me seriously. I looked Lever in the eye who was looking at me seriously. I raised an eyebrow at him because he was still ordering me. I pointed to myself. "I'm the only daughter of President Snipe Swaggerty, and now you ordering me to hold those things?" I can not believe asked Lever.

At Le Château Royale, the clinking of silverware was the only sound between them. Lydia and Rowan ate in silence. Rowan finally broke it, dabbing his lips with a napkin. "So... you're a Zander?" His voice held amusement. Lydia met his gaze. "Yes." A slow whistle left his lips. "Damn. The woman I pulled out of a pool turns out to be the President’s daughter." She shrugged. "Life happens."

I announced, holding the phone up proudly, showing the rest of the team the photo as evidence. “Yeah? What did they have?” Captain Elder asked, his face softening. He had always liked Bryson, and of course, the whole world was waiting with baited breath on the birth announcement. To say that Anna’s father was an important man would be the understatement of the century. Her father, Tom Spencer, was currently serving his second term in office as President of the United States. Anna, as first daughter, was a celebrity in her own right because of that. The press hung on every word that she and Bryson said and it seemed as though the whole world was gripped with ‘Annason’ fever, and had been for

"Ms. Lawson, you're quite young so you might not know that woman was the daughter of the president that year." "What?!" Nancy's eyes widened in surprise. "The president's daughter?" "Yeah! It's been 20 years now, and several presidents have come and gone in between. Speaking of which, young people today don’t even recognize her anymore. Moreover, her father kept a relatively low profile during his term as the president, and he was particularly protective of his family's privacy. That was why there were no photos of his daughter in the media. It was only after working in this field for so many years that I heard of it."