Not With My Daughter Novels & Stories

But at the end, they could shove it down and work together to achieve a common goal. However, they would have to Dave their darkness Sooner or later. And I didn't know how much damage that was going to to. I wasn't even sure if I needed to be around to see that. I just hoped that it didn't escalate more than expected. I didn't have any siblings so I really didn't know how that felt. Most if the friends that I had, they really didn't talk much about their bromance with their brothers. “And where does my daughter fit into this pattern?” my father asked suddenly.

“You don’t know them.” “I’ve been doing this a long time and right now, I'm more concerned about that Rogue that has attached himself to my daughter.”

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

“Can you not be my dad anymore?” Silence. Silence engulfed the room as her words fell. Lancer stared at his daughter asking him a question—no, more like strongly suggesting for him to do, and that fact made his heart clenching in pain, feeling a lump on his throat as his breathing slowed. He crouched down, reaching his hand out, wanting to touch Ana's head, though she only stepped back, creating another distance between them. Lancer lowered his eyes. “I don't have another daughter.” Lancer looked toward the little girl standing far away from him, quietly explaining.

I looked up at him, searching his face for the certainty in his voice and not quite finding it. The garden had gone silent around us, the party already forgotten. My daughter was gone.

It's beginning to give me a migraine. “How about we go out tonight? Get a drink. And you shake off this depressed aura you've got.” “No, thanks. My daughter's coming home. I need to be there waiting for her.” “Aaliyah? It's been a while since I last saw her. She didn't come home last Christmas.” “No, she didn't. She took pity on me and decided to come home this year. I was truly looking forward to having ample father-daughter time with her. But then she had to ruin it by telling me she's coming with a friend. Now I don't feel so excited anymore.”

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

“Tell me something, child. That night, when you told me not to ask where you were going… was it to see your daughter?” The question hit hard, but I nodded. “Yes.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked quietly. “You know I would never have gone to Christian with it.” “I couldn’t,” I whispered. “Because of my father.” She sighed, shaking her head. “That man has ruined enough of your life.” Her eyes lingered on me, searching. “So… is your daughter’s father around?” I shook my head. “No.” That surprised her. For a second, she almost pressed, but then let it go. “Where is your daughter, then? Who is she living with?”

I responded, my voice even. She nodded in approval. “Nice to have them around,” Mena added, more casually now, her attention split between conversation and food. “Just Mr. and Mrs. Moreau,” my dad clarified. “Their daughter isn’t in the country yet….she’s finishing up her work.” I glanced at him for a second but said nothing. Honestly, I barely remembered what their daughter looked like. Last I saw her was when she was a toddler. I barely associated with them, but my parents sure did.

Summer’s Point of View Taking a deep breath, I set aside the tissue I had been using to wipe the table and shifted my attention towards Amby. With a slight smile, I replied, “I don’t believe it’s any of your concern, Amby. My daughter is mine, and I don’t see how it matters whether others are aware of her or not. Do I require validation?” “But Senior Carter harbors a strong animosity towards you. If he were to find out—”