James Hetfield Daughter Novels & Stories

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

"This girl?" "Yes, that girl. Are you playing with me right now?" she asked. "No, no. This is my daughter's friend.... She and are discussing a surprise for Tally. You do remember my daughter, don't you?" James asked her, trying to play it off so she would let the situation go. With parted lips, she hesitated for a moment with her arms crossed, taking in the information. "Oh, yes. I remember. Why didn't you tell me… I want to help?"

Her words pierced me like a dagger, and tears welled up, spilling over uncontrollably. My daughter was only four years old, yet she had tasted the bitterness of death. And James? He was probably still wrapped around his lover, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Time blurred as I waited. Eventually, James returned, his arm wrapped around Helena's waist. She clung to him, her head resting coyly against his chest. James planted a kiss on her cheek, his face glowing with a joy I hadn't seen in years. Quickly, I covered Darriane's ears, urging her to close her eyes. My voice shook with rage as I screamed, "You bastard! How dare you bring that woman here!"

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

“Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.” I was so excited to meet my daughter. Andrew led the boys into the room once she and I were cleaned up and decent; Jacob crawled up into the bed beside me while Neil stood next to his father. We all looked at the little blessing. Jacob spoke up, “She has white hair.” I smiled; this must’ve been what she meant. I haven’t had a chance to tell Andrew about what happened to me, but he didn’t ask questions or anything; instead, he looked to our son and said,

He got agitated "Like you have been all these years. I can agree that you are a great mother as even I didn't come to know about your daughter but as an adult being responsible for herself, you suck at it and unless I make sure that you won't be messing up your life or dying a horrible death, like it or not, I will stay with you." I could not say anything and sat there quietly thinking that I must trust him a lot to have told him the secret that no one knew in past 20 years. As witches lived quite long, my daughter was still 8 years compared to a human child but her intelligence was no comparison, I still had to protect her so she could not be exposed. I didn't care what James said as I had

She shaked it politely,with a fake smile. "Oh yes..time to do the presentation..so she is..she's my daughter Hayley! It's her last year at school!And she wish to become a doctor.." "Ohhh Miss Heather Dean,is she really your daughter,do you swear that she is? At first i thought that she was your sister! If you hadn't told me,i'd never..i mean,who could guess it ,huh?You are like twins..Look..you have the same eyes and smile..You are both so gorgeous!So cute!"

Harriett hurriedly changed into a purple flowery dress that stopped at the middle of her thighs and showed off her long and thick creamy legs. “Your father is home, Su ji. Get him to leave before Jake finds out.” Ha Young warned as she watched her daughter get ready. She couldn’t help but notice that Harriett was paying more attention to her appearance when she would only be at home. She didn’t need any sorcerer to tell her that it was because of Damien’s presence. “He can’t avoid Dad forever, mum. They’d eventually meet. Better we get it over with now than later.” She said and finished her look a pair of shiny silver earrings.

They somehow expected them to attend as it was their youngest son’s coming-out party but they didn’t expect them to come with such a surprise. “Alexandria von Fiore?” “Since when did the duke have a daughter of that age?” “Maybe she was adopted?” “No way, just look at her. Don’t she resemble the duke the most among his children?” Murmurs filled the hall as they walked through the red carpet. Sera felt stiff but she continued to walk and kept her calmness when she felt Andric’s warm hands. “I’m here with you, Sera. There is nothing to be afraid of,” Andric whispered to her when he noticed her trembling hands.