My Date With The President's Daughter Novels & Stories

“So that means you are still paired with William? That's bad..” I stared at her. “Why are you interested? Fired at me like that like you have some claim over me.” This time she didn’t rush the answer. She watched for a few seconds. “Well… you should know there is some kind of relationship between us.” The heat rose on me at once. “Relationship?” I watched her smile again in a confident, arrogant way, like she expected me to bow. “I am the President’s daughter,” she said. “And you know I would get him to be mine if I want. After all… you don’t…”

The scent of the man approaching soon blended with the air, and every breath was like the sweet smell of freesias appealing to Araceli's nostrils. Though her hate for this man was enormous, the sweet smell of his skin and perfume was magnetic. His aura was his secret charm, and his physique, emerald eyes, and his well-chiseled face and body could get him any woman he wanted yet he had her wrapped around his thumbs and never away from his radar. Francisco Valvez Salazar! A top presidential candidate in the coming Mexico election. A man whose name could cause shivers in the people of Mexico. Araceli had approached Francisco cause she thought he had hands in Franco's disappearance. She had gain

Present day... McKenna I couldn't help but laugh at the story. "I can't believe you almost killed my father." "I didn't do it on purpose!" Mom protested. I looked at Hunter, who was leaning back on the couch, grinning, probably reliving the memory of their first date. "You told me your first date was at an Italian restaurant," I accused him. Hunter shrugged. "That was really our second date. I didn't want to tell you that story about our first date. Too embarrassing."

so, one faction of humans are supportive of them including my parents while the other faction wants freedom that includes me. I sighed and carried on with my packing. " Kat, I can't wait to see you as bride. Do you know how proud we are of you? " My mom beaming with joy as she helps me pack my clothes. " yeah, honey. Even the president's daughter is not selected. " my father said as he returns from his night shift. my father works as a fireman. " it's not a big deal. you're not this happy when I won a full scholarship for Harvard. " I pouted as my mom zipped my suitcase.

“No. He’s here. Same city. Same air. Just… untouchable.” Untouchable… huh? I leaned back in my chair, irritation prickling. “Then why the hell can’t you get to him?” Another pause. “Because there’s something else you need to know.” His tone shifted, like he wasn’t sure if he should even say it. “What?” He exhaled slowly. “Word is… the President’s sister is pregnant.” For a moment, my mind stalled. “…Pregnant?” Lena is pregnant, she doesn’t look it a week back.

Jane fearlessly met his gaze, “do you think I brought those paparazzi? I’m I that bored to do such a thing? If you don’t believe me, you can investigate and see if I brought them here.” Seeing her determined face, Nathan withdraw his suspicion gaze. “Maybe this is grandpa’s doing,” he thought. As they emerged from the car, a dazzling display of camera light and shutters greeted them. The paparazzi were in a frenzy, capturing every detail. “President Robinson, is it true that you are here to get your marriage certificate with Ms. Williams.?” “President Robinson, when did you start this relationship with Ms. Williams? And when did it progress so quickly?”

I look at my mom and she takes her eyes down. "I have one question before I leave your precious house of dirt, secret and lies. I know you will never see me as your daughter. I'll never be good enough for you with whatever I do to please you my father. I no longer give a damn about your approval and love.I don't give a fuck about you and what you want Mr president. I am no longer going to put my happiness aside for you. I am done. Am I your biological daughter?"I ask looking into his eyes. He blinks and laughs.

It's not my fault, and besides, his daughter is beautiful. It seems strange that she went 8 months without even a suitor. "That you needed to talk to me alone," I said seriously. Minerva looked at me strangely and shook her head several times. I couldn't discuss this situation with her present. She would probably send me to hell or something like that, that's for sure. "Oh, right. Daughter, could you leave us alone for a few minutes?" Her father spoke in such a paternal yet authoritative tone that for a moment, I was going to get up and leave.

"Oh! Do not listen to him, mother! It was more than serious. A lot of things would have happened to me if Mr. Chase did not show up. I was lost in a strange city with a language I could neither speak nor understand, and he helped me get back to my hotel. There were so many things that could have gone wrong." Chase turned to look at the young girl. She must have been in her early twenties, bright blue eyes and sunny blonde hair. Richard leaned into Chase and whispered something that caused him to scoff. "She definitely has a crush on you, son." "Don't be ridiculous, father. She is the president's daughter." "So what? Imagine marrying into the president's family." Richard sat up straight and s