Independence Day President's Daughter の小説・ストーリー

Rosa looks at Jess with her complicated face. “Relax. Your baby is a good girl. Your husband will be able to take care of her. I saw Damia seems to be very close with her father. They can survive. Besides, this will only be a camping trip for three days. Days will be passed quickly without you knowing.”

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

There goes the No public knowledge down the fucking drain. “Niccola Fairchild, daughter of Monica Sutclife, who recently married Magnat Cole Sutcliffe, joining their fortune, is photographed kissing Phillip Price. Will the next marriage join the most popular families in New York?” I read and close my eyes for a few seconds, not believing what I am seeing.

"We all make mistakes, and that’s okay. What matters is that you have a heart full of love, and that’s something truly special. You are perfect to me, just as you are. You are my daughter, and I am so proud of you." Tears pricked at the corners of Anna’s eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of relief, of gratitude, of love. She had spent so much of her life feeling unwanted, unloved, and now, here was this man—this father—telling her that she was perfect just as she was. It was almost too much to take in, but in the best way possible. "I’m proud to be your daughter," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she squeezed his hand.

Gregor smiled out his dimples 'I have someone I want to introduce to you anyway" President Asher said "Oh...who?" Gregor asked "My first daughter,she has always wanted to meet you,she's a grest fan, this is a surprise for her" The president said and Gregor nodded "I'm sorry it's just for that, but trust me it means the world to my daughter" The president said "It's fine, I want to meet her too" Gregor smiled The president gave sign to the guards standing In the living room,one of the immediately walked away and soon he arrived with a lady in her early twenties

so, one faction of humans are supportive of them including my parents while the other faction wants freedom that includes me. I sighed and carried on with my packing. " Kat, I can't wait to see you as bride. Do you know how proud we are of you? " My mom beaming with joy as she helps me pack my clothes. " yeah, honey. Even the president's daughter is not selected. " my father said as he returns from his night shift. my father works as a fireman. " it's not a big deal. you're not this happy when I won a full scholarship for Harvard. " I pouted as my mom zipped my suitcase.

"I still remember the first time I held you in my arms at the hospital, so small and fragile, I was almost scared to carry you, afraid my clumsy hands would harm you. But look at you now, a grown woman, as stubborn as your mother but still strong, independent." Truth be told, I was flabbergasted. I had thought it would be harder for him to accept our union, but I didn't see this coming. My father stepped back slightly to look at me, and he laughed at my bewildered expression. "Daughter, I'm proud of you. It's a bit early, yes, but you have no idea how happy it makes me to know he'll be my future son-in-law. And I must admit, I saw it coming."

I was living in my childhood room in my parent’s basement, for goodness sake. I put on some light makeup, mostly to hide that I’d been crying, and then one of my usual two sized too big hoodies. I wanted to take it off the second I put it on, and I’d already planned the ceremony for the day I could cut it to pieces. It was so warm. And the fact that it was May and getting warmer by each week, didn’t make it any better. “Soon, Martina. Soon,” I whispered, and stroked my stomach. Then I took a deep sigh and straightened my back. It was time. Jake was on his way, and soon I was an independent woman. Painfully single mom, but still... I would manage.

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"