Iron Man's Daughter Movie Novels & Stories

And the few times I caught her stealing glances at me, she'd usually look away like a child caught stealing. India was recommending a movie to Kia when I walked past. None of them looked in my direction. I didn't know if this was a good thing or not. On my way downstairs, I spotted India's daughter, Imani, a bright 4-year-old girl, the same one I saved from the fire. Her fingers fumbled with a doll as she smiled at me. Looking around to be sure that her mother wasn't anywhere in sight, I went on my knees, smiling at the girl. "Hello, Imani. Did you enjoy your birthday?"

"Where is she?" "Waiting for future like of Alina," I smiled wolfishly. "Karma. What you did, your daughter will reap." I shrugged his hands off me and smirked at the fear his face clutched. See what it means to even hear it, and imagine the look on her father's face. "Don't worry. I'm not you. I've people. I'm Kabir Oberoi." I leaned closer to him. "I can do anything I want and you won't have any proof. You know lately, I'm seeing lots of Bollywood movies, so please excuse my next move if it looks cliche."

“Rest. In a locked room?” Damon didn’t blink. “I thought it best no one disturbed her.” The silence that followed could have shattered bones. Then, Father’s lips curved into something that wasn’t a smile but pretended to be. “Always so protective.” He stepped closer, his shoes echoing on the marble floor, each click pounding in my skull. “Tell me, Damon… is my daughter safe with you?” My throat closed. My heart begged me to scream no, to tell him what Damon really was to me, but Damon answered with the precision of a blade.

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,

The first thing that Helena realized was about her ex-husband, Jimmy. Realizing Helena's answer, Janet smiled faintly, looking for a gap to influence the girl. "Jimmy keeps mentioning your name, looking for you every time he comes home from work. Poor kid. He loves you so much," Janet said in a tone of voice that sounded so sad as if her daughter was indeed worried. "So Helena, when are you coming home?"

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

“I’m also that man’s daughter, Mr. Braddson.” “That’s the point. Now that they know who you are—”

Her hair whipped in the wind, eyes chasms of green. Katharine. Julian, Mikaela and Caspian took a step back, watching my daughter unleash her powers in a brutal display. Sadness stung my nose and throat. With a flick of her wrist, Katharine sent more debris tumbling to the lawn, crushing the flowers we had grown together below. That wasn't my daughter. That was the purest form of magic there was. Power in its truest form. I turned towards my mates. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," I spoke to Julian. "I am sorry that I have been utterly stubborn since the day you met me. But she is my daughter. My only flesh and blood. If I give up on her, there will be no one left in her corner."

"I can't believe I have a daughter." When we pulled apart, he was crying openly. I was too. "I'm sorry," he said, wiping his eyes. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry. I wanted to be calm and composed." "It's okay," I said. "I'm crying too." Thomas noticed Tony holding Emma. "Is this your husband? And is that a baby?" "This is Tony Stark. He's my friend and business partner." I didn't know how else to explain what Tony was to me. "And this is my daughter, Emma Grace. She's eight months old."