Not With My Daughter Novels & Stories

Not a single thing. "I'm here with my fiancée to let you know that I'm not interested in your daughter, Anna. She's like a younger sister to me—nothing more. My parents are already aware of how I feel, though they don't know we're here. Whatever consequences come from this, I take full responsibility." I hold Luther Campbell's gaze steady, not blinking, not looking away for even a second.

Thank God they have no reason to doubt me. “Maybe Mummy needs a doctor?” My daughter suggested softly and I grimaced. The doctor was the last thing I needed. Not when I knew my problem and the only medication that could solve it. A certain man and his pairs of muscles and smile. ‘Unfortunately that’s not about to happen, so snap out of it, girl.’ A voice whispered harshly and I could feel that damn tears again, behind my eyes.

she said, and I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Uhm, first things first, I most definitely do not need someone to talk to because I'm perfectly fine, and secondly, I don't think you and I are in a relationship where we can have a mother-and-daughter talk. I mean, we barely see each other anyway, so...," I pointed out. I couldn't understand why my father would think that I needed mother-daughter time with someone who wasn't my mother, and I also couldn't understand why she even agreed to try even when she knew that I wasn't going to have any sort of conversation with her.

I even kept a few. “How about you, dad?” “I... Uhm. I can’t think of anything.” Anything that has to do with groceries, at least. “Okay. Text me if you find something anyway. Oh, and it might be another half hour or so, because Hunter and the other guys are out partying and wanted to meet up. I won’t go with them, though. I just want to say hello.” “Hunter?” I asked, wanting someone to fill in the gaps in my memory. I knew I’d heard that name somewhere.

"Don't bully my daughter." ...

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

my dad gritted his teeth. I rubbed my temple lazily as I leaned against the table. "I already read all the reports, so I don’t get the essence of this meeting. This could’ve been a Zoom call. At least then I’d have more time with your daughter-in-law.” I yawned. "That way I would get more time to accompany your daughter-in-law. We barely even have enough time together and now you are forcing us apart." The chuckles continued, and I watched as my father’s face turned a fair shade of pink.

“Do you hear yourself, little sister? You know why I’m here. Can’t I visit my father? Can’t I see my daughter?” Katie pursed her lips as she looked at her and then at me. “Daughter?” I smirked, my forehead creasing for a second, and I shook my head in disbelief at what she had said. “You don’t have a daughter, Myra,” I gritted my teeth, holding my patience, not wanting my daughter to see my violent side. She raised her hand, shoving my shoulder as she would do whenever I got in her way when we were younger.

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam

Before I could stop him, he had already ticked the option for Medford College on the screen. "Aaron, I don't want to go to this school." Even I did not notice the tremor and coldness in my own voice. I pulled his hand away and warned him flatly, "You know how much time and effort the Brooks family spent raising me. There's no way I can choose a school like this and keep disappointing my parents." "How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…"