Norman Reedus Daughter Novels & Stories

"Since everyone is now present, there's no need for me to keep up this act." Stunned, Norman stared at me. "What are you doing?" A sarcastic smirk spread across my face. "That question should be mine to ask, Norman. You caused your biological daughter's death, yet you held a funeral for her. What are you trying to do, you hypocrite?" The entire room went into an uproar as Norman's face dropped. "Liv is my daughter. Why would I want to harm her?" Sarah screamed, "It must have been such a massive blow to Dezarae that she's lost her mind. Don't believe her, everyone!"

I lift my head slowly. Catherine is still watching me, and suddenly I understand the board may be watching Vincent tonight, but I’m the one finally looking at the right woman. Catherine just confirmed it: Nadia is Adrian Reed’s daughter. Aurora is Elena Sinclair and Raymond Sinclair’s child, but the messenger just pointed Aurora toward the next question, the one Catherine still hasn’t answered: Why did she keep Nadia alive at all?

But now, she was saying that she’d been the one to bring him down. Mr. Grady looked momentarily flustered, but he quickly recovered. “That’s… that’s not relevant right now, Ms. Chen. What we need to talk about is Kayla Reeds. You know who she is, correct?” Natali turned her head, looking directly at Kayla. “I know who she is. She’s Taylor Reeds’ daughter.”

The sound of her slap is still echoing in his ears, making him want to go out of his way to punish her. He heard the knock on the door of his office room and entered his secretary William. Cyrus waited for him to tell the information he was expecting and without wasting any time William started telling him everything that he could find. “Natalie Miller, she is step daughter of Edwin Miller. Ruby Miller is her biological mother who got married to Edwin fourteen years ago”. “Natalie is twenty four years old. She doesn’t have any friends, doesn’t go out much except with her father and family”

“Yep. I contemplated whether to rip my ears off, so I’d never had to listen to your horrible voice again, or to poke holes in my eyeballs and pour acid into them so I’d never have to see you. But I found out it was better to just block your ass the moment this wedding is over. And then maybe send you a letter with MRSA and hope you have a slow and painful death.” “Charming as a boa, as always,” she scoffed, and dug around in her purse, probably in search for rat poison or intestines. Then she pulled out a paper that, when she unfolded it, revealed a long list of people. All of them from her side of the family. “You realize that this is our son’s wedding, right?” I asked, emphasizing those tw

"Life happens." His brow arched. "But why the secrecy? No one knows what the President’s daughter looks like." Lydia’s expression darkened. "You must have heard about the tragedy ten years ago, right? My father had four children. One was poisoned, another died in an accident, and the youngest was kidnapped. Her body washed up on the beach." Rowan exhaled sharply. "That's... horrific." Lydia nodded "All within a year." His fingers tightened around his glass. "How did you survive?"

They greeted him, and he offered them a seat. "Thank you so much, Nora, " he began, without wasting any time. "Thank you for helping my son regain his company back. " "It is for our future and the future of our kids," Nora replied. "You know," he said. "I am so shocked to find out that you are the daughter of Mrs Harriette James. The famous business queen!" Nora blushed. She thanked Mr. Brookes and excused herself. She walked to Allison, who was standing by a table. She was all by herself. Shs placed her hand on Allison's shoulder, and Allison turned around to face her.

“It brings me joy to see a mother and daughter finally reunited. And… I’m so sorry. I recently heard about the loss of your second child.” Nora drew in a shaky breath, “It’s alright… At least fate was kind enough to leave me one.” She bowed again, tears slipping down her cheeks. She then turned and walked away with slow, unsteady steps. Her thoughts were loud, echoing through her heart. "She doesn’t just look like Claudine… she’s her older sister. By minutes, maybe. But still...Cassia’s my first daughter." Tears streamed freely down her cheeks. She made her way back to the hallway, to the doors of the operation room, and stood still, watching the red light above the door.

I introduced myself to them, letting out a nervous smile and offered a hand, but I was shocked when they hugged me one by one instead. "Welcome to the family, dear." Esmeralda said with a friendly smile. "You're too beautiful for my brother, Miracle, I suggest you save yourself from him," Zara said bluntly and I laughed a little. "It's nice to meet you." "Are you perhaps related to Norman Verity? I met him once at a gathering but I haven't really got the chance to talk to him." I swallowed nervously and awkwardly. "Yes, sir. I'm his daughter." I responded and he waved his hand.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.