Michael Connelly Daughter Novels & Stories

Thomas sneered and sized up Lynsey. “You still think Michael is the son you knew? Now Michael doesn’t even want the family. How could he care about you? He doesn’t even care that the daughter is left at home. I heard Jordan’s biological mother, Helen, is still alive. Why not leave the child with her?”

The resemblance between the two of them was obvious when Mervon gasped, jumped up and fell into her aunt's tight embrace, tears springing to her eyes. ‘Oh darling girl, please don’t cry. I am so sorry it has taken so many years for me to find you.’ She sat in the chair next to her niece and explained that she was the daughter of her mother's cousin Callum Kenny, her Grandfathers estranged youngest son. He had returned to live in Ireland with his grandfather's relatives after having a huge row with him, met his wife Maria, and Mirabella was born and brought up there. ‘We did not hear about your poor Mama until months after the funeral when one of our friends saw the death notice in the newspa

“He has a right to know the truth about his father.” Celine hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. Then, a look of determination hardened her features. “Fine,” she said. “If you must know, Connor's father was a man named Michael Chua. I met him at a bar one night, and we had a one-night stand. I never saw him again.” A surge of hope washed over me. If I could find Michael, I could bring him back into Connor's life. I knew it would be a challenge, but I was determined to give Connor the father he deserved.

She wouldn't have noticed if they weren't now standing so close together. But this birthmark makes Mira Aura feel like she's standing still. She asked tremblingly, "Adam Michael...is your father?" At a moment of life and death like this, Mira Aura asked such a headless question. Even so, Grainne nodded. How does Mira Aura know her father's name? Mira Aura suddenly lost her mind. Grainne is from C-city, her last name is Michael, and she couldn't figure it out... Didn't guess she was her biological daughter! She even sent someone to kill her in Thailand. She also captured Grainne and her daughter Harry, locked them in the basement, and tortured them.

Kyle narrowed his eyes, disgusted in the outpouring. “Who is the girl’s mother?” he demanded. “Her name is Caitlin Paine,” Father McMullen said, shaking his head, let his tears fall freely. “She’s a scholar. The last I heard she was going to see a professor friend in New York City. Aidan. A professor at…Columbia.” Kyle felt triumphant. At last, some useful information. A name and a location. A direct link to Scarlet Paine. Find the mother, find the daughter.

“Yep. I contemplated whether to rip my ears off, so I’d never had to listen to your horrible voice again, or to poke holes in my eyeballs and pour acid into them so I’d never have to see you. But I found out it was better to just block your ass the moment this wedding is over. And then maybe send you a letter with MRSA and hope you have a slow and painful death.” “Charming as a boa, as always,” she scoffed, and dug around in her purse, probably in search for rat poison or intestines. Then she pulled out a paper that, when she unfolded it, revealed a long list of people. All of them from her side of the family. “You realize that this is our son’s wedding, right?” I asked, emphasizing those tw

She stood still, her eyes wavering. "It's good to see you after a long time,” Mr Colton said, smiling. “What brings you here?” "We came here for Conad Pierre's birthday party. He's our son-in-law.” "Amelia? She's your daughter?” My father nodded, his smile faded. "Yes. Amelia Hughes. She's… she's our last child." Mr Colton glanced at me, then back at them, his brows furrowing. “You had another child after your other girl? I thought it couldn't work out again?"

Dean said. “Dan’s little girl is a year older than Eli.” She replied. “And Glen has two little boys.” She knew they’d do everything they could to get Eli back for her. “I called Michael to come over and help with a search. He’s bringing his stepfather Conor. Maybe you could make a pot of coffee?”

Grandda had died five years ago, leaving me a sizable inheritance that had paid for my college tuition at Harvard the following fall. Liam, having fallen out with Grandda ages ago, had gotten only a small amount of money when he’d turned eighteen many years ago. So it had made sense that I would inherit anything else. I’d initially balked at having to travel so far just to sign a few papers, though. Email was a thing in Ireland, too. It was when Mr. McDonnell had informed me that he had information on the whereabouts of my da, Connor Gallagher, that I’d changed my mind.

He held a freshly washed apple in one hand, his sleeve rolled up neatly, and a fruit knife in the other. He peeled the apple with slow, careful strokes, occasionally glancing at her with the gentle fondness of a loving elder. That’s the scene Connor walked into, holding a tray of desserts. He froze in the doorway. His fingers clenched around the tray, knuckles white. A terrifying realization struck him. Penny… She was his father’s biological daughter. And he— He wasn’t. He was never Harvey’s real son. ***