Michael Afton Daughter Novels & Stories

_______Evans___________ “Dad will be discharged today” “Yeah, I know”said Natasha my sister “Did you find him a caretaker like the doctor said” “Yes, we did” “Where is she? She is supposed to be here” “She on her way with mom and Madison” “Wait, Madison is back?” “Yes” “When?” “Yesterday” “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” “She wanted to surprise you” Just then, there was a knock on the door

It was someone I hadn’t heard in five years. “Michael, please… you can’t let him do this to her. She’s just a child. The Vermon name… it’s not worth her life.” My mother. “The name is everything, Hashana,” Michael Blackwood’s voice replied, cold and absolute. “And your daughter is the only key we have left. If you won’t help us convince her to sign, then you’re no longer of use to this family.” The recording cut into a sudden, violent scuffle—the sound of breaking glass, a choked scream, and then a long, terrifying silence.

Mike then began telling him all he knew about Alicia, the company she works at, her address and most places she's likely to visit. "I'll text you her home address and I also have some information regarding her daughter." Adams adjusted himself on his bed, from his reaction, it's so easy to tell that he was eager to hear the information. "Go on, I'm listening." "First, her daughter's name is Diane and she's five years old, she also just got enrolled in a school today, I'll send the school location too." Adams heaved a deep breath then a wide smile spread across his lips, this information alone had him all excited and he's even forgotten about his anger earlier.

Then you rub it on my face daringly, but…” She stopped then coughed and continued, “I don't blame you. I just wish to beg you to take care of Merina when I am gone. She is your daughter too. I know I am an orphan and she has no one to rely on other than you, Micheal. Please sponsor her music talent with the little I have provided. I know the company should be enough to do all this as long as you maintain it well. Michael, I don't blame you, I blame myself for choosing wrongly and not being strong enough to leave you. But— Take care of our daughter.” I covered my mouth as I felt my tears fall, my body trembled as I watched my mother's pale face on the video begging my useless father to take c

she said, shaking him hard. A few minutes later, Michael groaned. His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes fluttered open, albeit slowly. "Ah... I was dreaming. I thought I saw your...." He trailed when his eyes met mine. "R-Rita... It's really you. What the hell is going on? How are you alive?" I let out a sigh, guilt creeping into me. "Raina, I think it's time I had a talk with your father. Will you give us some space?" I asked my daughter.

he let out in a dramatic way creating suspense, causing me to clench my jaw before he continues, “I found out the information you ask for and the biggest news is Jason Michaelson has a secret child with his previous girlfriend Mia..” He stops talking and watching my expressions which didn’t change cause I already know that bastard has a secret child of his. “Okay, so you know that already.” he read from my expressions as looking sad that his big bomb is failed. “Yes, I know but I don’t know who his daughter is did you find her information?” I asked at which he looked towards me like he just gets a new hope to live as whispered happily, “Yes yes I know who she is.”

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

Alexander: Yes, and he's likely to watch you very closely because you're about the same age she would have been then. Angel: But you say I’m about twenty, and you say his daughter disappeared about fifteen years ago when she was two, so how old would she be? Alexander: Seventeen, almost eighteen. She was supposed to transform this year. I took a deep breath and continued, my voice clear for everyone to hear, aware of the bewildered looks they were giving us. Angel: So, she’d be about my age, and he might mistake me for her, is that it? Since I don’t know my past or my origins…

Maybe she would make ral friends this year. The one difference between Michael and his daughter was that she was not a people person. People were mean and cruel and picked on little girls with a grey streak in her black hair. So far, no one had given her hair a second glance. She was grateful. Today, she turned thirteen. The news had done a story about a deployed dad who surprised his son on his birthday. She didn’t care if the news cameras were there. She didn’t care how it happened. Rye just wanted her dad home.

Jared said again, and Astra cleaned her tears before coming out of the car, and walking into the cemetery with Jared. Aileen Tiana Michealson. In as much as she hated Nicholas then, she still had to admit that she was his daughter. "Oh Aileen," she said as she knelt at her daughter's grave, the tears flowed hot and fast, she could not help herself, and to think that she had to pass through this pain again.