Not Your Daughter Anymore Novels & Stories

Stanley growled, flinging my father’s arm down. “Fiancée? Fiancée?” my father bellowed, his face reddening. “She’s my daughter!” That word—daughter—snapped something inside me. “Your daughter?” I shouted, pushing Stanley aside to face him. “Your *daughter*? I’m not your daughter. Have you forgotten? You kicked me out. You replaced me with that bitch Tasha. She’s your daughter now.” “Alora, have you lost your mind?” he yelled, but I laughed, the sound bitter and raw.

If trading my life meant she could live, I would jump out of the window without a second thought. From the twenty-seventh floor, there would be no chance of survival. I sank my teeth into the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming. However, the killer on the other end of the line had noticed me. “This stupid witch has been on the phone the whole time!” It was a voice I had never heard before. It was the voice of a woman! The realization hit me like ice water and made it hard to breathe. My heart was racing. Two people had killed my daughter!

An obstacle, a burden. “Say something you foolish cunt!” I nod and say the first thing that comes to mind. “I am not your daughter.” Magic bursts to life from my words and spins into motion. I see every memory of me and this man, me and the father who never loved me and I say those words again with more determination this time “I am not your daughter.” Power works itself into his memories and I feel it reshape and remold them. Now he has only one child. His son, killed by a Lycan King.

I wish I were there with her to make her understand. I was still in Trey's arms when he brought up Dad again. “He can't know.” I removed myself from his arms and got on my feet. “He's your father, Ana, and you need him.” “I don't need him okay!” “Well, he already knows; they tagged him.” “I don't care about that. I'm not his daughter anymore, so it won't affect his reputation.” “It will because even though he disowned you, you are still his flesh.” “Well, he doesn't know that, does he?” I mocked, wiping my tears, “I appreciate your pity and you talking to my daughter and making this soup…” I said, looking down at the bowl, “But now I want you to leave.”

I pleaded, desperate to cling on to the last of the hopes. Surely, my dad wouldn't abandon me when I was at the worst place ever, right? Parents were supposed to help their kids, no matter what the kids did or what they were. I was still his flesh and blood— "Daughter? Oh, please, you are not my daughter,” But his response was cold and final. “My daughter can't be a beast like you. Go and live in a jungle like those animals. You and I are not related anymore. I am even cutting you off the will. Never contact me again."

“When are you going to get that through your head? People don't belong to other people. I am your daughter. I am not yours to order around or push aside when you don't want me to see or hear something. I'm not a little girl anymore.” “I realize that,” I growl. “Do you? I've barely seen you or spoken to you in days. You're in here all the time, most of the time with the door closed. You're not eating, and here you are, reeking of whiskey. This isn't like you. This isn’t my father.” My head is going to burst if this goes on much longer. “I don't need this right now. I don’t need any of this!”

I called her again and tried touching her. “Don’t touch me, father. Don’t you dare,” she warned. “Why, daughter? Why can’t your father touch you?” “You’re no longer my father, and I’m no longer your daughter. I have repudiated you as my father since you asked them to lock me up in that cold dirty cell, so don’t call me your daughter again,” she cut ties with me. She was mumbling these to me, and my mate was just squatting by her side, not uttering a single word. My wife and daughter were hostile to me.

My father didn’t offer any comforting words but accused me of turning Tina’s marriage. What a ridiculous father! Since he insisted on thinking that way, I might well just admit it. “Mr. Walter, I’m sorry. You are no longer my father. Please don’t talk to me using a parent’s tone!” “Anya, you…” “You are the one who said that we are no longer father and daughter, right?” “Alright, you have the guts. You don’t’ want to acknowledge me as your father anymore!” Mia added fuel to the fire as she said sarcastically, “Do you hear that? This is that good daughter to give birth to!”

She couldn't remember falling, though. "You are not my daughter," Bradnon repeated. "I do not want you to be here any longer. Now get out. I Brandon Cambell, as a leader of this land, banished you, Amelia Cambell. You are not going to get a penny from here or even after I die. You are not my daughter anymore. GET OUT AND TAKE YOUR BASTARD CHILD WITH YOU!" Bradnon said it in a furious voice. Amelia looked at her mother, but she wouldn't look her in the eyes. She felt a pain in her chest; her own parents, whom she loves more than anything, kicked her out.

“I do. I’m not asking you to trust me. I haven’t earned that. I just… I needed you to know that I’m sorry. That I love you. That if you ever change your mind, if you ever want to try, I’ll be here. Sober. Waiting. For as long as it takes.” “I won’t change my mind.” The words come out harder than I intended, but I don’t take them back. “I can’t. There’s been too much damage, too many broken promises, too many years of disappointment. I don’t consider myself your daughter anymore. That ship sailed a long time ago, and I don’t think it’s ever coming back.” He flinches like I’ve slapped him, and for a moment I feel guilty. But then I remember all the nights I cried myself to sleep waiting for a