Neglected Daughter Novels & Stories

“But… don't you think it is risky? After all, his daughter…” I cut her off, my eyes widening as I look around and make sure we're alone. “She never existed. She doesn't exist. Do you understand?” “But Lyssandra, I've found her!” Nagia whispers. “I've found your daughter!” I feel as though the floor is tilting under my leg. My knees are weak, and my fingers are clenched. “I told you to stop looking, Nagia!” I snarl at her. I've been poisoned, my father was killed, Nyra is missing, my mother is dead, Nathan is currently dying in the hospital, and the safest place for my daughter is far away from me.

“What? Cat got your tongue? Maybe we should try cutting that off next time since you’re so adamant on talking back to the Mayor that you pumped him up to madness!” Another lash. “Ugh . . .” I bite my lip to stop the noise from coming out. “There goes the fucking chance to get my hands on that casino!” I’m dressed to the nines by all the make-up artists and expensive designers my father hired to exploit the beauty I got from my own mother, however underneath all the exclusive wool and fabric is a battlefield of old and new scars to hide. A bloody testament of missions I failed to accomplish. My father, Theodore Bennington, exhales and with etiquette, as if he didn’t just beat her daughter to

"Oh, that's right. Mary left this in the bus yesterday. I wanted to return it to her today." I stared at the hair clip. It was the same one that I had clipped into her hair yesterday morning. Why? Why did everyone say that I didn't have a daughter? Why didn't Marilyn's records exist even in the police database? "Are you alright, Mrs. Lopez?" Oliver asked, looking at me worriedly. I shook my head. My mind was a mess. Just then, I recalled something important. "Oliver, your father…" Oliver's eyes dimmed. "He passed away a year ago," he murmured.

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

When I was three, a fortune-teller ran his hand over my skull and said, "This girl was born unlucky. Money will never stay with her. "Give her no more than $6.60 a year. One cent more, and she'll pay for it with her life." So every birthday, my card held the same thing: a crumpled five-dollar bill, a one-dollar coin, and sixty cents in change. My adopted younger sister, Sophie, was different. Her birthday cash could cover an entire bed. I cried and threw tantrums. I even snatched one of Sophie's envelopes, the one with $660,000 in it. That same night, I broke out in hives from head to toe, went into respiratory failure, and ended up in the ICU. It took three days to save me. When I wok

While the Famiglia is choosing the territories where they will base their operations, everyone gathers around my younger twin sister, Clara Lombardi, to discuss the matter. My older brother, Giulio Lombardi, points at the map. "We're going to Millano, of course. I've already set up several luxury boutiques and real estate firms there. Besides, it's safer in Millano. It's the perfect choice for us!" Nicolo Piazza, the Consigliere, shakes his head in disagreement. "No, Clara. Don't listen to him. We should break into the medical industry together. I can help you turn the Famiglia's entire fortune into legitimate income within the next year." Nicolo and Giulio continue arguing heatedly whil

Late that night, she carried the urn into the storage closet where I had hidden after coming home. The closet was unheated, crowded with broken furniture, and barely wide enough for a child to lie down. For the first time, she understood what it had meant for her daughter to sleep there. Mother sat between the narrow stone walls and held the urn tightly against her chest. “Ivy,” she whispered, “I am the one who deserves your forgiveness least.”

Yet because I hadn't bought it on the spot, she held it against me for days and went around telling all sorts of people, "Honestly, my mommy is so stingy. She's an Alpha, and she still can't afford to buy me things?" But the daughter before me now had not a trace of that pampered, willful child left in her. Her face was covered in wet streaks of tears, her little face pale with fright. One small hand reached desperately toward me, flailing. "Mommy, save me. Please save me." I turned and spoke to the caseworkers. "I never abused her. Every month, beyond her tuition, I paid for her extracurricular classes as well. As for the potions, she's a mixed-blood Omega; only a witch's potions could let

Riog’s p.o.v. “Elder Gerwyn, I don’t believe it is appropriate to ask my parents about the daughter they lost,” I respond before Dad can answer him. “When did they lose their daughter, Riog?” Elder Gerwyn holds up the paper Alpha Fynlo gave him, and I see Mom pale. “At birth.” I keep staring at the paper, not knowing it will turn my world upside down. “According to this paper, Charleza Ironshield passed the class on pack laws with a hundred percent accuracy.” Elder Gerwyn gets up and walks toward me, the paper still in his hand.