Left Eye Daughter Novels & Stories

I sighed and resisted the urge to roll my eyes, the source of my good genes ladies and gentlemen. Her hair had the same light brown tone I have, soft, and reached a few centimeters below her shoulders. Her eyes were the exact green Nik has, the same one...Max has. I suppressed my groan, it isn't enough that my daughter has her name, but my son also has her eyes...great.

She had Green eyes, so wasn't she the daughter of the Alpha? Our eyes met, but she looked away. She stood up with the rest of the Redwood pack. All of a sudden her eyes widen as she kept them at the entrance of the hall. She was staring at Alpha Raymond and his people. That was when I noticed it. His Luna's white hair, and Hazel eyes. She was from the Whitewood Pack. No wonder her daughter had Hazel eyes and not green. The Alpha and his two Betas walked over to the table where we were sitting. I tried to avoid his gaze.

Makyla said as she took a sip of her juice. “Who’s Hazel?” I asked. “My daughter,” she pulled her phone out and showed us her lock-screen wallpaper. The girl on it looked five, and she was such a beauty. Her beaded hairstyle ornamated her face and she had the prettiest set of hazel eyes I had ever seen. She was a complete replica of her mother. “She’s such a cutie,“ my heart warmed, “I’d like to meet her.” “Me too,” Chloe said but her tone was off. when I looked at her, I could see a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

“The daughter is mine.” The silence that followed was deafening. Dylan just stared at me, his mouth slightly open. “You what?” “I have a daughter. Her name is Belle. She’s three years old.” My voice cracked slightly. “And…” I swallowed a thick lump stuck to my throat, unable to finish my words. “She has my eyes, Dylan. The exact same eyes.” “Jesus Christ.” Dylan stood up, pacing the office. “You have a kid. You have a kid, and you didn’t know?”

she asked, a smile plastered on her lips, though it looks too fake if seen by someone she knows, because even if she tried her hardest best to give a truthful happy smile, her still eyes didn’t move, still the same melancholic as before. Her dark green eyes stared at her daughter in hidden sorrow, as the wolf inside her whimpered, an agonized howl escaping right after, affecting her once steady mood. Her eyelids twitched, clenching the fork on her hand, looking straight at her daughter watery eyes. Ana, her daughter, with a birthday hat topped with a number five, worn on her head, silently looked at her with eyes that was once bright in the morning, gone completely lifeless at this time.

I’ve lived here my whole life. So I grabbed my laptop and I started searching birth records within the pack, dad’s private files and I typed in Evie Everstone. But nothing came up. So I typed in Nicole Everstone but nothing came up again. And I saw that there was a locked file within the birth records. I needed the password and knowing my father, it wasn’t hard to guess the password. Nicole Everstone's birth records came up in that locked file. Hers were the only ones in there and she had two. The first was for a son named Ryker and the second was a daughter called Summer.

For those emerald-colored sparkling eyes that, for the first time, encouraged me to do right in my life. I grew up in a rogue family and have done things inappropriate for a boy since I was a child, but because I grew up with almost nothing and my mother always had a weak body, I forced myself to work even as a child, and by work, I mean dirty work, because what else can a boy my age do when he grows up in a rogue family? "Ladies and gentlemen, the bride was here, presenting Adriana, our lovely daughter of Beta." Everyone clapped their hands and yelled excitedly when the announcer said that.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?