Movie Not Without My Daughter Novels & Stories

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?

Bryan’s remark annoyed me to no end. I was wrong about him. He hit on Mom, and it was not recent, either. Mom pushed me to the ground, the broken shard on the floor piercing into my back. An excruciating pain washed over me. Without looking at me, Mom cupped Bryan’s face between her hands. “Does it hurt, Bryan? Let me blow the pain away.” They made me sick to my stomach. Despite her years on earth, Mom lost all reason and turned against me, her daughter, for a man.

I held his gaze once more, completely unaware of why he was looking at me like that all of a sudden. “Fay… As in Colby Fay? Are you… Are you his daughter?” Mason barked out a laugh, so loud I flinched. “Look at that, Milo.” He turned to look at his brother, patting him on the shoulder. “She’s the White Fox’s daughter. So, the rumors were true, eh? Feck, your old man did sell you out.” I clenched my fists by my side, not wanting them to know they had hit a sensitive spot. If this were any other moment in the past, I would have snapped at them immediately. But now that Archie and I were on good terms, it didn’t bother me anymore.

“I’m too old to know about these trendy things.” Taylor hesitated a little before pulling out her phone. She tapped on something and passed her phone to me. “Have a look at this.” On her phone screen, Lydia and Ben were crying as they complained. The title was shocking. [An Evil Mother Abandoned Her Own Daughter And Left With All Her Money!] In the video, Lydia was tearing up as she sobbed. “My husband and I feel very pressured at work, and we still have to take care of both of our parents.

Mother just sat at the sitting room crying, silent deep sobs that made her fragile body shake between sobs. I just watched her helplessly, I didn't know what to do. What can a seven years old girl do especially when you know the whole problem resulted from your being born. I felt the sting of burning tears in my eyes and a realization that left a bitter taste in my mouth. "My father doesn't love me and from all indications doesn't want me either." This thought killed me softly, I crouched at the back of the door and held my doll tightly and that was where my mother found me hours after my so-called father left. ********

BENEDETTA'S POV : I was looking at my lovely daughter sleep. "She will grow up to be a strong woman with a happy home, hopefully", I didn't realize I said that out loud until my daughter caught my attention. "Mom were you talking about me?" she asked And I nodded with a smile. But she looked worried so I decided to ask her what was wrong. "Sweetie is there something wrong?, why are you looking sad?, are you hungry?"...I didn't get to finish asking my questions when she interrupted me.

A little girl who was a spitting image of her was walking by her side, looking around the place with curiosity and excitement sparkling in her large hazel-green eyes. Her rosy cheeks and a sweet smile lit up the surroundings. The beautiful mother and daughter were turning heads as they walked through the airport, their presence commanding the attention of passersby. The woman looked down at her daughter and smiled sweetly. She remarked in a doting voice, “No, sweetie. There’s something Mommy has to do here. We will leave as soon as I’m done. This is not our home.” This woman was none other than Claire Hamilton and her daughter, Thalia Hamilton. Claire had finally returned to Brentwood City.

she cuts him off again. " my daughter was killed..... But you want to save your daughter? For a person who raised a child alone how can you do that to me? My daughter...... How long was she there on that cold road! Your daughter that you're so proud of ran away leaving her behind to die in the rain. She couldn't even see her mother's face before she..... Died. Settlement? To save your daughter? It not enough to rip her apart! Money! It won't bring my baby back! Even if you bring a million dollar. I'm not agreeing on a settlement! No! I won't! Take your dirty money back. Take it and bring my daughter back only then..... " she burst into tears this time she couldn't control the tears flowing d

I'm the daughter of a powerful witch and well protected if you've forgotten" she whispered in my ears, laughed again, and walked out. I groaned. I've ruined my life. I didn't kill my father. It was purely an accident but this witch's daughter took a video of that night claiming I killed my father and sadly, there's nothing I could do. I couldn't see where she kept the videos and I couldn't harm her also. She's well protected. I tried killing her with a silver knife but she resisted.

I couldn't bear to hear any more. Slamming the door behind me, I locked myself in my room. My phone buzzed with a new message, the sound sharp and intrusive. I opened the message, and a video began to play. The moment I saw it, my heart stopped. Rowena's screams filled the room, and I froze, unable to move. In the video, my three-year-old daughter lay in a pool of blood, her tiny body marked with the terrible, cruel lashings she had endured. She looked directly into the camera, her lips trembling as she whispered, "Mommy... save me..."