James Hetfield Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

The way she is talking is like there is a darkness in her she cannot escape from. I wait at the table to see if either of them are coming down. As I am about to stand, I see them descending the stairs. I rush to Hunter and give him a hug. He pulls me into a tight squeeze. I laugh as he ruffles my hair like I am still a little kid. “How is my favorite daughter?” he asks. “I’m you’re only daughter” I laugh and poke him while I look at him. “Well, there is a good reason for that because, you’re so special” he says teasing. I roll my eyes as I clear my place at the table.

She was angry, alright. “Your dad had to take me to see the place you grew up. Your dad, Jake! And he wasn’t just kind enough to lend you his car. He even fixed yours! And I bet my wedding gown that you didn’t even say thank you!” I chuckled silently and pursed my lips together. This was actually quite entertaining.

"Hattie." Heather turned to see Whitney's smiling face, and an odd sense of unease crept into her heart. She steadied herself and asked, "What is it?" "Who is this?" someone nearby asked. "Oh, this is my younger daughter," Thomas said, looking at Whitney. "You should rest, Whitney. Don't overdo it." "Of course, Dad," Whitney replied. With a grin, she leaned in closer to Heather and whispered, "Hattie, you look a little tipsy. Why don't you take a break? I'll have someone make soup for you. You don't want to get too drunk."

"How can you be so practical about this? He could be dying right now, and you're talking about strategy?" "I'm talking about protecting my daughter," James replied firmly. "The same thing I've been doing for the past four months. Hunter Blackwood made his choices, and tonight he faced some of the consequences of those choices. My job is to make sure you don't get destroyed in the aftermath."

Instead, I went to James' house. After going through so many cycles, I had finally identified all the people who were connected to Marilyn's death. James lived in an old residential area. When I knocked on the door, a haggard-looking woman opened it. It was his wife, Ava Dawson. "Are you looking for someone?" she asked. "I'm Mary's mother. I wanted to thank Mr. Cook for always taking care of my daughter," I explained as I handed the fruit basket that I had prepared beforehand. Ava led me into the house.

"How dare you come back here?" Her voice was flat without any trace of emotion. "And you brought this... dirty child with you?" "Mom!" Rick stepped forward and shielded us behind him, his voice turning cold. "The girl's name is Tina Rivers, my daughter. And this is Mandy Rivers, my wife." "Wife?" Rachel scoffed, then slammed the table and pointed at my face. "I'll never acknowledge her! A woman who only causes trouble and raises a lying daughter is unworthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

The blood bond pulled warm and certain between us. "Half-sister of your Alpha." She looked at Joshua, and his jaw tightened. Not in pain, but in the way it tightened when he was holding something too large for his face. I glanced at James. He was three rows back on the right side. His face was the face he had when he was watching something he'd been waiting for. Marie was near the back. Her hand was over her mouth. Her eyes were bright. *Daughter of Lisa Davis.* She'd heard that and felt what it meant to have Lisa named out loud in a room full of people by the daughter Lisa never got to raise.

Ordered without deliberating. “How’s the pregnancy?” James said. “Twenty one weeks,” Avalon said. “She’s good. Selene’s good. We found out it’s a girl.” “Name?” “Elena.” James was quiet for a moment. “That’s right,” he said. “That’s exactly right.” “Yes,” Avalon said. They drank. “My daughter called again,” James said. “She’s coming to San Francisco next month and wants to see the foundation.” “Bring her,” Avalon said. “Selene would like that.”

" Perhaps due to his age, James chose not to speak too harshly. Mary remained in a daze after James revealed that he had donated all his earnings. The idea that he had given away his money to strangers rather than supporting his struggling daughter filled her with disbelief and resentment. Her stare was vacant. As James was about to leave the ward, she swiftly rose from the chair to catch up with him. "Dad, you're just messing with me, aren't you? You—" Mary was certain that James must be playing a joke on her. Before coming to Fairport, she had thoroughly checked James's social media accounts. He not only had a massive following on the popular short video platform but also on other platform