Neglected Daughter Novels & Stories

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I

“How could you do this to your daughter? You’re an evil woman!” Before I could explain, a mob of angry parents pushed me to the road and had me killed in a car accident. The last thing I saw before I died was Cecelia’s wicked gaze. It was not the kind of gaze belonging to a five-year-old girl. I felt so pathetic for not knowing why my biological daughter hated me so much, even in death. I had always hugged her when I slept, and she would hold my arm and kiss my cheek. “Mom, I love you the most.”

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

She hadn't even stayed long enough to hear what we were discussing. And when I asked about her family, she refused to turn their private matters into a conversation. I had come to the Marlowe estate to evaluate Aurelia. I was beginning to realize that I knew very little about the other daughter. And that bothered me more than it should have.

At Serena Vale’s succession ceremony, her four adoptive fathers ask her to let Lillian wear her late mother’s moon crown for ten minutes. Eighteen years ago, Serena’s mother, the greatest warrior of Moonridge Pack, died protecting their people. Before her death, she entrusted Serena to Alpha Darius, Beta Julian, Gamma Marcus, and Delta Ronan. The four men swore a father-daughter bond before the Moon Goddess, raised Serena as their own, and named her the pack’s future Alpha. They once stayed beside her through every fever, learned to braid her hair, treasured every drawing she made, and guarded her door during storms. Then Lillian arrived. Whenever the two girls wanted the same thing, Serena

Everyone at school knew the class president, Lucille Levins, had grown up surrounded by love. When the weather turned cold, her fairy godmother brought her homemade pear tea. Whenever someone wronged her, her older brother was always there to stand up for her. Meanwhile, when I had a 104-degree fever and called my mom over a dozen times, all she cared about was how I was interfering with her work. When I begged my brother, Aldon Rowntree, to take me to the hospital, he snapped impatiently, "You're old enough to take care of yourself. Why can't you even do that?" No one in class wanted anything to do with me. Lucille was the only person who would eat lunch with me. She even slipped cand

Seven years after reuniting with my biological family, everyone in the Morgan family still hated me. My parents couldn't stand me. No matter how hard I tried, they just told me that I could never quite shake off my poor upbringing. In their eyes, I'd never be as graceful or well-mannered as the daughter they'd raised in my place. My older brother blamed me for sending her away for an entire year after I first showed up. So when she finally moved back into the family's mansion, he guarded her like a watchdog, constantly hovering around her as if I'd bully her the second he turned his back. Even my little brother, the boy I'd practically raised myself, said she was the sister he'd always dr

But he had to admit that she was right, he hadn't been a good father to his daughter, he only realised that last night as he watched Joan sleeping, her angelic face peaceful and it hurt him to think that she was capable of hurting herself to get his attention. Ever since Natasha died, Marcus felt like part of him had died along with her. Life was suddenly meaningless to the point that he'd buried himself in his work and consequently sought comfort in the arms of strange women and he never thought how much he was hurting his own daughter because he'd been selfish; he wasn't the only one who'd suffered a loss, she also lost her mom in that terror attack. "I never realised how much i've been ne