Norman Reedus Daughter Novels & Stories

"She was the one who took the letter, Sir." Right, that's how they know. Rufus added. "Their only surviving daughter, Donna-Belle, is alive with a stepmother and two step siblings." Donna-Belle? My eyes danced about as I tried to remember the face of that one person who had such a name. I held my head when a face wasn't forthcoming. I could see her face now so why didn't I picture it as the Donna-Belle from my memory? "Theoden." I leaned towards my grandfather. "Yes?"

Scarlett stared at Wayne, "Your phone... didn't you say there was no signal? How can you receive a call?" Wayne hesitated, "Uh... there's signal now?" "You lied to me?" Scarlett realized what had happened. She was furious. How could he joke about something like this? Her anger overwhelmed her reason, and she raised her hand. Wayne quickly caught her wrist, holding it firmly while answering the call with his other hand. It was his secretary. "President Wells 's daughter said she knows Miss Norman's whereabouts." Wayne's mind raced. President Wells daughter—was she the admirer Scarlett had mentioned?

“Name it.” Ross considered this for a moment. Then he said, “You have a daughter.” Richard froze. “No,” he whispered, knowing fully well what Ross was driving at. “Rebecca Jefferson is your daughter, right? She is a very interesting young woman. I heard she is doing very well in the modelling industry,” Ross said calmly. “Young. Healthy. Valuable. A lot of my clients will find her very intriguing.” Richard shook his head violently. “Absolutely not.” Ross’s expression darkened. “You want me to carve your son open instead?”

I swallow hard when I see the names on the doors. Romina Reyes Sadie Foster Sharon Norman Eric Miller They're the names of Leonard's victims. Tasha Campbell Everly Norman Caleb Adams I feel a chill run through my body as I walk down the hallway. Everything is spinning. My mind is spinning. I step back toward the last door, knowing I don't want to see what's there. The door to my left has my daughter's name on it. I know what awaits me at the last door.

“Newsflash, business’s man daughter and heiress to the Reynolds Holdings recently got into a fashion school and has been keeping it a secret from her entire family.” I froze. How how did she know?

For Jason and Bella Reed, life after George Reed’s death and Dean Carter’s imprisonment was supposed to be their reward. They had fought for years, bled for years. And finally, they had won. Reed & Co. was thriving again, rebuilt with sweat, stubbornness, and endless faith. The Phoenix Foundation had stretched across borders, feeding children, rebuilding schools, and saving lives. Their daughter, Lila, had grown up laughing, her eyes bright, her smile untouched by the darkness that once stalked their family.

He gets in the driver's side and starts the engine. "You okay?" He glances at me. "No. But I will be." I hold the box tighter. "I have to be." We pull into traffic. I stare out the window and think about my father's letters. His love. His fear. His hope that I would be safe. He died trying to protect me. My mother died trying to protect me. Now it is my turn to be strong. To be fierce. To never apologize for what I am. I am Freya Reed. Daughter of Alexander Reed. A king's daughter.

“It is a privilege that the daughter of a murderer such as yourself lives underneath my roof, so how dare you bite the hands that feed you?” “Daddy, what are you talking about?” I heard Norah’s voice…Daughter of a murderer? Who? Me?

Alexander glanced up at me but said nothing, letting me continue. "It’s been so long, and I’m so happy to finally see you laid to rest. Meet Alexander Reed, the father of your grandson, Xavier. I wish you both were here to see how grown he is now." A sob escaped me, and strong hands patted my back gently, grounding me. Then Alexander spoke, his voice steady yet emotional, catching me off guard. "Hi, Mom and Dad," he began, shocking me. "My name is Alexander Reed, and I am the mate of your beautiful daughter, who has given me the most handsome son ever." His words made me chuckle through my tears.

But he was not alone. Beside him sat a strikingly handsome man in a tailored suit that screamed old money. Sharp jawline and piercing green eyes, brown hair styled to perfection. He rose gracefully, offering me a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes- eyes that swept over me with subtle appreciation. “Meet Andre Reed,” my father continued. “Andre, this is my daughter Maya. The one I’ve told you so much about.”