Not Without My Daughter Movie Novels & Stories

I won't let another daughter get away from her family. . . #TBC

My only comfort is watching the consistent rise and fall of her stomach as she takes slow breaths. 'At least she's alive. There is nothing more we can do than simply be here for her right now' Knox tries to reason with me. I know he's talking sense but every part of my human side is screaming that this is my fault, I should have taken her straight home. "What happened?" Mac's voice draws my attention, as professional as ever although the hurt of seeing his daughter like this was evident in his eyes. I know he's technically her uncle but you can see the bond between them, it's undeniable that he is as much her dad as Alpha Nico.

He's the fool who broke up with my daughter after giving her a flimsy excuse as to why he was breaking up with her – he's also the reason for this war. I knelt down beside my daughter and realized that she wasn't breathing anymore. She had become unconscious due to the amount of blood she had lost. I looked at her and tears filled my eyes but I wasn't gonna cry – I wasn't going to break down, at least not in front of the fool my daughter called her boyfriend.

" Your words suggest that there is someone behind the whole setup and when I think about questioning it my pain increases due to nervousness and tension and I can't hide it. "I am your daughter!' I cry out, feeling the liquid wet my legs. "Yes, and that's why you're going to keep your mouth shut." Say, impersonal. My vision blurs and I feel my temperature drop, leaving my hands sweaty and cold. "What's wrong with you?" Dad asks, looking fatherly for the first time. "I am not feeling well." Is all I can say before I hit the ground, feeling my consciousness slip away and all I hear before passing out is Peter's voice screaming in alarm.

My father is Horatio Finn. He is one of the most important businessmen in the world today, he's an important CEO and I am his only daughter. Everyone is after him, although they always respect his privacy since the accident with my mother. She died in a car accident when I was 7 years old. All 3 of us were there, so my father and I, surviving, had to go to a lot of therapies and support each other all this time, for that reason, we are so close. He is my best friend.

As I stepped into the private lounge, a young girl dashed straight into my arms. Just then, Brenda called out from behind her, "Slow down, sweetheart!" I crouched and gently stroked the girl's head. Her delicate, porcelain-like features and bright eyes were an unmistakable reflection of Brenda. Brenda walked over, her face lighting up as she took my hand. "Athena, it's been too long. "This is my daughter, Abigail. You held her right after she was born. She's the same age as Jackson."

And as I watched her sit there, quiet, composed, burning with something deeper than pain, I realized something. My daughter had just crossed a line. And there was no going back. I'm proud of her. Now that we're aligned to bruise the head of our enemy, we'll go at him with precision. Antonioni. But first things first. I need to uncover the mystery behind that girl's fire. Annabelle. I'd like to know more about her. And just when I remembered the deal with Khalid, I smiled for Antonioni. Seriously smiled.

The only feature she didn't get from her was her eyes. I knew I have seen those pair of eyes somewhere, but it wasn't important. In years to come, she would only acknowledge me as her father. She is my daughter now. She would never get to know who her real father is because he wasn't important at all. She is Nova Russo, and no one was going to change that. My daughter was going to become whatever she chooses. I won't let her go through the same hell I went through as a child.

"But Father, you forgot something." Nelson frowned, his eyes flashing a warning. I pressed the small remote in my hand, and the giant screen behind us abruptly changed. The sentimental music cut off mid note, replaced by rough audio and grainy video. Nelson's cold voice rang out, clear as day, recorded on the day of the kidnapping. "I'll keep the money for charity and image laundering. What's one dead daughter? Saves me from having to split the inheritance if she came back, and it even helps build my public persona."

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”