Mr Krabs Daughter's Name Novels & Stories

“Your dad really taught you well. There must be someone way I can help you. Get into the car, I will take you and your friend home” “No but we will man....” Her friend stepped on her toe and said “We will be glad to ACCEPT THE OFFER, is the lest we could do” They got in and we drove off. “I will stop over there ma”she said politely “By the way, what’s your name dear?” “My name is Alexandra but Alex for short” “And you, what’s yours”I asked her friend “My name is Claire” I arrived in front of tattered house. I was curious to how will a young girl will be living in this kind of environment. I asked her:

She was just the daughter her father used to pay off a debt. She put on the dress and went to the dining area. Abram was waiting. He didn't say a word as he pulled out her chair. Then, he stood behind her and picked up a silver hairbrush. He started brushing her damp hair in long, steady strokes. "See?" he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. "I'm not the monster they said I was. I provide. I protect. All I want is for you to be here." For a second, the warmth and the steady rhythm almost tricked her. Maybe this was a fresh start. Maybe she wouldn't be the "broken Miller girl" anymore.

Her sniffling had grown into sobs and I bit down on my teeth, but followed her inside. There was no denying that my mate looked as beautiful as ever. She had opted to grow out her natural hair colour, an ash brown with golden sun streaks in them. Her eyes were as icy as ever, but her mole stood out against the red blotches on her cheeks. Katharine had kicked Mikaela out of her room, all for me. Being a parent was difficult enough as it was but throw in supernatural abilities and it grew to be an impossible task.

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. Her pouty lips thinning. “It’s past my birthday now,” Ana paused, her gaze at the piece of cake in front of her was silent but hard, the hat she worn drooping as she lowered her head. “We didn’t get to celebrate my birthday…. at all,” she finished, looking worn out for her age. A moment of silence enveloped the two of them, gloom hovering above their heads. Quite suffocating.. “Mommy… does daddy really have another kid other than me?” she asked, coughing, the blush she had from excitement earlier faded

he asked incredulously. “Who’s her mother?” I asked as I glanced at my husband. He looked like he was also praying it wasn’t Krystina. “I think you might know her mom, Mother.” Alex grinned, oblivious to the widening of my eyes and the horror reflecting on my face. Slowly, he walked to the couch and collapsed onto it with a defeated sigh. “Who?” Stavros asked his son. “Krystina Preira, dad. She’s also a famous model. Back in the days.” My son explained, not noticing the horror on our faces.

“This is the least I could do. We've known each other for years and even though you don't like to admit it very often, you helped my daughter too.” “Oh, you have a daughter.” I found myself saying, my curiosity piquing. Only when the two women's gazes reached my eyes did I realize I'd said it out loud. “I do.” She smiled. “And if I'm being honest, she's just a lot like you. Her determination and everything else.” “What's her name?” If her daughter was working here as well, then we could be friends. “I'd love to meet her sometime.” I said. “Sabrina's already met her.” I turned to Sabrina. Oh? “She even runs into her on a daily basis. Her name is Alice, and she works in the Alpha's mansion.” s

“This is Kristen Jeffreys, Alpha Brian’s daughter. She will be staying with us this week” “Nice to meet you, Kristen.” Luna Erin spoke first. “She goes by Kris.” Alec told his mother. “Whatever you wish to call me is fine. It is nice to meet you. You have a beautiful house.” “Kris is just fine! Thank you. I hear you are a busy gal with all the activities you put on.” Luna Erin kept the conversation going as the food got brought out.

"You're prettier than the last nanny." Graziel burst into laughter. The child was unbelievably honest. Not even a little embarrassed. "Really?" she asked between laughs. The little girl nodded seriously. "Much prettier." "Well... thank you." The child smiled proudly, obviously happy that she had made Graziel laugh. "What's your name?" Graziel asked. "I'm Graziel." The little girl smiled brightly. "I'm Junie." That was how Graziel finally met Kevin Torres' daughter. Junie Torres.

Annie spoke with a smile on her face as if she was satisfied with the way that Elvis had surrendered. During the fight, Annie’s husband or her sons didn’t interfere. Who didn’t know about her temper? It was unwise to interrupt her as it will only bring wrath on you and that was something one shouldn’t do. Krystal smirked as she looked at the pathetic parents of the original host. It was only for a moment but they saw her and that was exactly what she wanted. “Since this hurdle had passed, let me continue with the announcement. Like I said previously Krystal from today will become this Holmes’ god daughter and no one will rebuke.”

“She was four, and you twelve. You first taught her to ride her newly-purchased pony.” He tried to remember. “I remember a child with golden hair named Briar. Aurora has dark brown hair, not blonde.” “And?” George urged him on to try to remember whatever he can. “You remember the color of the child’s eyes?” “No, I don’t recall any of that” he replied dishonestly. But he already knew what his father was saying. The child’s eyes were dark blue almost violet, and he remember immediately from the meeting recently, that Paul Cunard calls her daughter, “Briar”.