Not Without My Daughter Streaming Novels & Stories

He held up his phone and aimed the camera at me. "Everyone, look! This is my daughter. She lives in such a nice apartment all by herself while the rest of us are out here suffering." The live stream comments flooded in. "You're finally streaming again!" "What's going on here? Did they go to their daughter's place?" "You have my support! You should go after your daughter. Better yet, just kill her!" Seemingly riled up by that comment, Dad demanded, "Why? Why do you get to live in such a nice apartment while all our money has disappeared?"

I pulled back from the hug, rubbing the back of my hand against my teary eyes. “What is it?” Laura instantly straightened her posture. “It’s nothing, sweetie. Marcus was just...” “It isn’t nothing,” Marcus cut in, stepping fully into the living room, his face incredibly pale. He looked at me, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and panic. “Miss Vance... there’s a livestream happening right now. On every major platform.” I frowned, my brow furrowing as I looked between the two of them. “A livestream? By who?”

Her once-flawless makeup was now smeared across her face, making her look like a pathetic clown. "I'm my mother's only daughter! Please think of her and spare me this once. I'll crawl and beg if that's what it takes!" She slammed her head against the hard marble floor over and over, each thud dull and heavy. Her forehead split open within moments, blood streaming down the bridge of her nose. I took in her disheveled state, completely unmoved. "You stopped being her daughter the instant you cut up that dress." I kicked her out of the way and pulled out my phone, then played the livestream recording from yesterday.

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."

“I know the baby is mine and I’ve told you I accept that. We have eight months to work it out.” My phone starts vibrating again. It can’t be nothing. It’s almost midnight. I pull it out this time. Lena. I read the message notification that flashes across. Answer now! I answer. “What?” “Babe, this is streaming live somehow. Shut it down,” Lena says. “It already has a million views.” I go cold. “What?” “It’s online. Shut it down now,” Lena repeats. I move closer to Calder and say it low. “It’s on the internet. Live streaming.”

Her expression turned cold and distant. "I don't know you," she said flatly. "Little girl, don't let your father teach you bad habits. Don't call strangers Mommy." I pulled Charis into my arms and gently patted her back, calming her shaking shoulders. Then, I looked around the crowd. A few middle-aged women were already livestreaming with their phones raised high. I smiled faintly and raised my voice. "Everyone here can be my witness. Ms. Bishop just said she doesn't know my daughter or me. Correct?"

Despite the panic that affected Kyra, she did not lose sight of the condition of Celine, who seemed to be on the verge of losing consciousness. "Celine, breathe, please, you have to be strong, please, for me, I can't stand without you." Is it possible that Zain is still alive, this means that the head of the snake is still swirling around the place, O Almighty!! This is awesome, emerald green eyes, like two rare gems, Talia, he owns Talia, Zayn took Talia, Maxim and Ruby's daughter, her parents' trust. Kaiden rose from his seat, placing his palm on the position of his heart, and Damian followed him at the same pace, clutching the latter on his chest, as if excruciating pain afflicted them.

“Sage! Rowan! Feet on the ground! If you fall in, no bath for an hour and you’ll itch like crazy, that mud is ninety percent pig poop.” I didn’t even finish the sentence before Sage scrambled down like the fence was on fire. My daughter had a mortal fear of anything sticky or smelly touching her skin, ironic, considering she lived on a ranch. Rowan followed a second later. He didn’t mind mud, but he knew I wasn’t bluffing about the no-bath thing. “Mom, why are we doing a livestream today?” Sage asked, trotting over. “We only do Mondays and Saturdays. Today’s Thursday.”

James asked his vivacious daughter. "I don't know, let's see what there is." Audrey had the TV set to the Internet browser. "I want you to see something, Dad, but don't freak out. I just want to see what you think." To James's horror, she opened the browser's history and clicked on the "daddy and daughter" search phrase he used from yesterday. His daughter wasted no time opening a p**n video that starred a young, petite blonde woman in a short skirt. She was talking to a large man who appeared to be an athletic trainer, and looked a little like a younger version of James.

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"