Norman Reedus Daughter Novels & Stories

I needed to tell them what had happened, needed to let them know that their own daughter had tried to have me kidnapped. "Mom, Dad," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "You won't believe what Annabelle just did." And with that, I told them everything – the attempt at kidnapping, the hatred in her eyes, the spew of insults. I knew that this would change everything between us, that this would forever be a mark on our relationship. But I didn't care – Annabelle had gone too far, and I wouldn't stand for it. As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would our parents stand by their daughter, even through something as heinous as this? Or would they see the truth,

The internal family meeting was held a week later. Every member of the family was there. Dozens of men dressed in black suits sat throughout the hall, and the atmosphere felt as heavy as a funeral. Mamma held my hand as we sat beside the head seat. Father stood at the front, his voice rough and hoarse. “I called everyone here today to clarify something.” Bianca sat in the corner, her hands clenched so tightly that they had turned pale. “Alessia Vitale,” Father paused for a moment, “is the biological daughter of Isabella and me.”

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

he called out softly, knocking rhythmically before the wooden door. Silence. Absolute silence.. Lancer forehead creases slightly, confusion evident on his face. “...Ana?” Still, no response came. He knocked again twice, before his hand slowly wrapped around the doorknob, pushing it open, having received no response. Creak— The door creaked open noisily, revealing his daughter's room that was dimly lit by the moonlight that shone through her opened window. And there, his daughter sat beside the window with lowered head, her little legs dangling gently, her whole presence shrouded in sorrow.

She needed something, anything, to give her daughter. Norman sighed, a long, weary sound that held the weight of a thousand secrets. He leaned away from her, his face a mask of cold, remote indifference. “Naaa… Norah is way out of it, even though it's still about her… I'm talking about Marcus Gerry.”

Hated him even more for not thinking about what this would do to Millie, for being so selfish and so obsessed with winning whatever sick game we were playing that he'd use a child to do it. My phone rang at nine. Unknown number. I nearly dropped it answering. "Hello?" "Ms. Reed? This is David, Mr. Sotheby's assistant. He asked me to give you an address. A car will pick you up in ten minutes to take you to your daughter." Relief hit me so hard I thought my legs would give out. I grabbed my car for support. "Is she okay? Is she hurt?" "The child is fine. Look for a black sedan. Please be ready." He hung up.

It won't be funny if I'm all over the media tomorrow with the 'cutest' headline ever. *The legitimate daughter of Chairman Grey who'd recently just returned to Birmingham City, spotted late at night, having a crazy sunshades shopping spree at VERNICE BRADLEY'S. See what the opinion of the netizens are, in this matter.* Doesn't sound normal right? I know. Where did I change? This one might surprise you.

She questioned, surprise lacing her tone. “W-what has gotten into you? Are you involved in something dangerous?” Dad asked. In the past, I'd believe he actually felt concerned. I wasn't that gullible. I gently placed the envelope on the table. “From now on, Amber Reid no longer exists. Just like you wished, you never had her as a daughter, nor do you have any ties whatsoever with Clint and his family. You're never to approach me, nor should you attempt to cause problems for me in the future—”

“The Andros girl has collapsed.” His mind instantly conjured the image of Reid Andros, the former CEO. Who doesn't know Reid Andros. The man’s reputation for ruthlessness was also like a legend. If anything happened to his daughter under the school’s care Albright’s own career, his life, would be over within minutes. Hell, what of her mother? Jacintha Dela Torre. The enigmatic heiress that defeated her husband. He was one of the many who believed the rumors this was undoubtedly Reid’s child. Frantically, he scrolled through his contacts with trembling hands. Fortunately for him, his son is friends with Harry, Reid’s assistant. He called his son, who immediately called Harry.

I didn’t even respond because deep down, I knew she meant it. Then her tone shifted, calm but commanding. “Pick that call.” I blinked, confused. “What call—” Ring. My blood froze as my phone, sitting on the desk behind me, began to buzz. I didn’t want to look away from her but I had to. My pulse surged. I snatched the phone. "Hello?" A shaky voice filtered through. Madam Hannah. My daughter’s caretaker. My stomach dropped. “What the hell happened?” "I saw her again, Reid. It was Zoey. She came and took Nora away—"