Not Without My Daughter Streaming Novels & Stories

The next stream was titled “Daughter’s Descent” — a three-hour solo Kane family special, with the Blackthorns invited as special guests. Sophia stood in the center of the main studio, heart slamming against her ribs. Over 150,000 people were already online. The lights were hotter, the cameras more invasive. She was completely naked, collared, and oiled until her skin gleamed like polished sin. Elias and Lucian began.

“I’m sorry… I forgot to bring them…” When Julie heard this, she immediately let out a long sigh of disappointment. Meanwhile, the other ladies rolled their eyes. Sonia Judas, who sat across from her, wore Chanel’s limited-edition outfit from head to toe. “Annabeth… Honestly speaking, you didn’t get them, did you?” Sonia said straightforwardly. Annabeth knew that Sonia was currently a female streamer at Flying Fish Media’s live streaming platform. She was one of their best female streamers. Her annual income was up to a hundred million dollars.

I smiled, took out my phone, pulled up my social media account, and showed it to them. "The PICU's surveillance camera was maliciously damaged, so to prove my innocence, I have been live streaming for the past few hours. You can use your own accounts to watch the replay in my feed. It's five hours long. I streamed since my son Shawn left me and the children alone until the moment I opened the door. If you don't believe me, you can ask the platform to retrieve my live user data." Ian didn't expect that I had this trick up my sleeve. He staggered back unsteadily and almost fell, his knees weak.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

I always wondered how a mother could just be so terrible. "Wait for me to reach out to you. When you receive word from me, go live and tell everyone the truth. I'll have a livestream and explain things. You have to back me up or else I won't give you a penny!" "Wait! How am I supposed to trust you that you're not trying to trick me?! Do you even have such money? How do I know you won't block me once it's all over?" She demanded in a sharp tone. I felt my eyes burn with tears but I blinked them away. She was not worthy of my tears. Never again. "I am your daughter. Take my word for it."

River would always donate just her own blood and protect her daughter. Although, she had noticed that Lord Draven never drank from her blood. Never. Rupert and the annoying last sister were always anticipating for River or her daughter to get into trouble. Her daughter – she was all River had in the entire of her miserable life. Her dream to start over in the human world never materialized. Instead, what she achieved was the obsession of Lord Draven over her and the slavery of his family. All of that would, however, change today. On getting to the front of the meeting room’s door, River found her daughter seated on the floor, peeking through a chip on the door and watching the De la Mort fam

Nishane's Point of View I can claim that losing my daughter has affected my life after being without her for a few days. I can no longer even drink water; before, I could consume even a bite of a spoon. I'm unable to eat any more. Even sleeping is now beyond me. I did nothing except watch Aurora Solene's equipment in her room. from beds, chairs, and mattresses to furniture, decorations, appliances, and mosquito nets. This has been my practice for days.

All the CCTVs around here are off, with none of them on. Diolinda -- my beautiful and cheerful daughter, where are you?

] Gossip was in human nature, and soon, the stream’s view count shot past ten thousand. Watching the numbers climb, I couldn’t help but smile. You wanted to ruin my reputation? Well, today you’re going to see what it feels like to have yours destroyed! I didn’t appear on screen, but my voice rang through the livestream. “I’m Winnie Johnson, Mr. Johnson’s daughter. For years, rumors have claimed my dad wasn’t married and didn’t have kids. Today, I’m here to set the record straight. He is married, and he does have a child.

That must be the Kevin. "I'm not usually like that, but... ugh, just thinking about it makes me so angry." The teenager groaned out. "My phone was confiscated, and I couldn't keep up with anything, still can't. And my other sister, who's also a fan of yours, by the way, wouldn't tell me anything since she's mad she can't watch repeat episodes of Friends on TV anymore." River scoffed. "Like, she could easily stream them online, but apparently, watching it on television makes it more fun." Arc watched as Chelsea perfectly clouded his hurt expression and smiled cheerfully at River. But Arc could still see it. It was there to his eyes no matter how Chelsea tried to hide it.