Left Eye Daughter Novels & Stories

I stared at my children, how can such little babies make me love so deeply and want to protect them so fiercely. “She is so beautiful”, I stared at my daughter who looked like a little doll, with her curly black hair and chubby cheeks. I caressed her cheeks and she must of known I was holding her. Her eyes opened up to me, and the brightest shade of purple eyes stared back at me. I kissed her chubby cheeks and nuzzled her, taking in her scent. I turned towards my son next, he is so handsome, he looks just like his daddies. He has black hair and little freckles on his cute nose. He opened his eyes to greet me and I gasped, his eyes were grey like his dads but had purple flecks in them. “Beaut

Sinister and his father looked at each other, realizing that this girl was the daughter of Judge Townsend. “OK Miss Townsend, you must open your eyes and let me help you to the car," Sinister stated. “No, no, no — I can't, I can't look," she bawled. “What?” Sinister inquired. Her eyes slowly opened, and massive grey eyes shone back at him. They were big, bright, and beautiful. He had never seen eyes like that before. “The blood — I can't look at the blood," she barely whispered the last part under her breath.

He grumped, hovering over the bed I was confined to. The nurse maneuvered her way around my father, glancing up at him with starry eyes every few seconds. He never noticed when women ogled him. Even in death, he only had eyes for my mother. “Sorry about that.” I smirked, not at all apologetic. “The whole thing came as a surprise to me too.” “I’ve seen a lot in my years, but never have I seen anything like that. My daughter is a Lycan certified badass.”

"You... What are you talking about? How can I not be your daughter? That's impossible!" "In a way, yes and no." I took her hand. "I may not have brought you into this world, but from the moment I brought you home, I've loved you as my own. I stayed single, had no other kids, and poured myself into my business, all to give you the best life possible. I thought with enough love and money, you'd be happy. "I never thought that I'd fail to keep you safe regardless." Before the stark and brutal truth, Evelyn's eyes were a whirlwind of panic and confusion.

“Cecilia, enough!” Cecilia gripped the edge of the table and endured the pain. She said coldly, “Enough? You used my daughter’s trust fund to fill her gaps. You used my preview to prop her up. You covered for her on my own project. Lyon, do you know what you look like right now? You look like a dog on a leash being led around by Gianna!” Lyon’s chest heaved with rage. He swung and slapped Cecilia hard across the face.

Alexander: I think so… listen, it's new for her too, having visions, but I think we're going to find out there's a very potent poison in this water. Josh: Alpha Drake, your daughter, my Luna, she's really powerful… Drake chuckled softly. Drake: Son… my daughter has chosen you as her brother, so you're now my son. Call me Dada too. Josh smiled gratefully at Drake. Josh: So, Dada, Evy is very powerful… I'm only just beginning to feel her within me, the connection is forming. But she'll be safe with me, I promise you both. When we arrived home, she opened her eyes and looked around in confusion.

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?

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

It needed to be considered with a clear head. I looked down at my daughter and smiled at her. She was a miniature Elle all of the way. All except one small thing. Her eyes were a baby blue shade with a light gray ring around them, the perfect blend of her parents’ eye colors. “Kade,” I heard whispered.

He was partially standing in the shadows. But what stood out about him were his eyes—an ethereal hazel, like warm honey or liquid gold, shimmering faintly in the darkness. Just like my six-year-old daughter, Lila.