Norman Reedus Daughter Novels & Stories

I turned away and began walking around the shop calling for her, “Stephanie!” Today is the grand opening for Claudette Reed, Emma’s own store. Being the wife of a successful fashion CEO has some perks, and one of them is getting your name out there and having a lot of people to support you. Our daughter, Stephanie, was now four years old and the most mischievous little thing – she definitely takes after me, she even has my bright green eyes.

That I wouldn’t have forgiven her either if she’d done that to me. But I had to stay friends with her. “Blame it on depression. Say you said Lavender’s name because you had a concussion,” I laughed to myself. It would be so funny to watch Normani make a fool out of herself. “Anyway, I’ll send you some money and try to convince Easton to go easier on you,” I sighed and hung up. I was already late, and she was wasting my time. “My daughter seems exceptionally happy,” Dad said as he arrived with his new girlfriend by his side. She was young, probably in her early thirties. That was the age group my father liked to mess with the most.

“I know it’s going to sound fucking weird, but I think it might be Beta Norman. There is something up with him.” “Language Kaito,” mom said. “He is a strange man isn’t he? Your dad has always been very fond of him, but the relationship between Freya and Norman wasn’t always good. She was my best friend and I always thought he grew cold, because of her passing. But maybe he’s always been cold. But I don’t see why he would do any of this. It cost him his wife and daughter. He didn't gain anything out of it.” “But you do think it’s possible Mona wasn’t lying about that?”

Reed chuckled. However, still unsatisfied with the discomfort within him, he added, "No one will ever know about you because of that girl named Gemma who crippled my daughter. I'm sure my daughter fears the same, which is why she doesn't dare come near you anymore." Hearing these words left Harvey uneasy, but he had hurt Quinn too much that night, just as Mr. Reed had said. He feared that even if Mr. Reed agreed to continue this engagement, if Quinn disagreed...

He was stressed. "Well, the test result was positive. She's your daughter." The room fall silent as Mr Norman led back on the chair shutting his eyes. He breathed down. "Who is this girl? I never know you had a daughter outside... What are you going to do about it now?" "Let me worry about it." Mr Norman stood up, grabbing the file, he made to exist the office but stop and put his hand inside his pocket bringing out some huge dollar note, he drop it on the desk.

She dragged her in and towards their family. "Nora," her mother threw her arms around her daughter like she hadn't seen her in ages. "I heard the Reed's grandson is present tonight" the older woman giggled with excitement. Talia just stood behind Nora shaking like a leaf. Aria scoffed at her mom's words... "Nora would rather be buried in her office than care about a mom's touch mom. Leave Ethan Reed to me" she smirked. Nora didn't say a word. Her mind was barely there... It all remained on the man in the pool...

“That child nearly died twice! How could you be so careless?” I looked down, ashamed. Immediately I saw Zara and Talia at the table, I should have left immediately, but I decided to stay just to piss them off. “That was a mistake. Please tell me, is my daughter okay?” The woman sighed, her eyes softening when she heard the fear in my voice. “Yes. Your daughter will be fine. Dr. Elias Reed is in there with her. You can thank him for saving your daughter's life.” With these words, she walked away, leading us to Nylah’s room. Nylah was lying in bed, looking weak and frail.

"Chloe Reed. Not a friend. Alexandra's adoptive sister. The biological daughter of the people who bought her. The Reeds." I felt the pieces, cold and sharp. "Run the search. Connect Victor Haas to the Reed family. And connect the Reed family to any known contact with Marchetti's organization. I don't want assumptions. I want a financial trail, a communication, a shadow." "Understood." The sound of typing filled the air. I stood and paced. The white room in my mind is filled with pictures. Alexandra, heartbroken over David. Alexandra, living with the shadow of a sister who was not a sister. A sister who must have known. A sister who grew up with a stolen child in her house.

He said, gently moving her forward, her arm still in his hands. His parents continued to watch her with an unnerving coolness. Did they blame her for the old lady’s death? “Maman, Papa. Racheal Sherrods.” Delbert finished. “Like you have not sent me a thousand pictures of her.” Audrey Daloz said, rolling her eyes. Racheal was shocked, but she managed to say, “It’s nice to finally meet you.” “Is it? This is Iris’s daughter right?” Damien said. “Quite a shocking resemblance."

“I think I found out why Reedus kept her from us.” I catch a glimpse of the words on the back before I rip the photo out of his hand. Mom and dad. “What is-” My words stop short, because the picture says it all. There’s Reedus with his arm wrapped around a woman, a small pre-teen girl between them. She’s his daughter? Oliver ignores the red hot flush that travels through me. “They have to be on the run. Someone…something did this and they ran.” But I don’t care who or why. My thoughts go to how. “How is this-how can she be-he’s a-” I can’t find the words.