Optimus Prime's Daughter Novels & Stories

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

But Naomi said, “yes there are innocents. For example there is a she wolf who lives by the dry lot storage closest to me, she is an omega and she would leave a small bag of rice, cereal and some tins if it looked like the others were going to take it all.” Naomi took a deep breath then confessed.

"Do not deceive me, filthy omega!" When Havoc opened the basement door, he was met by his father, who was holding the lady tightly under her chin. The scene was nothing new to him, but when he lowered his gaze, he noticed that the lady kneeling on the ground had the most beautiful emerald eyes. His heart starts to beat erratically, which is so new to him. "What’s going on? Who is she?" Havoc shifts his gaze to his father, ignoring the strange feeling in his chest. "Oh, my dear son, this omega right here is the youngest daughter of Carlos Ramirez," his father said, with menace in his voice.

But after that day, the way they looked at me changed. Six months later, I was given a seat in the Dominion Council. I became the first Omega in our history to enter the upper ranks of governance. Some objected. Some said I did not belong there. My father rose to his feet and looked straight at them. “She is my daughter. If anyone here has the authority to decide what she is worthy of, it is me.” Then his voice hardened. “And beyond that, her contribution to this Dominion already exceeds that of some men in this chamber.”

"Trade objective detected: parental approval was not achieved. "Under the principle of fair trade, one-sided payment did not receive the promised return. Self-destruction protocol initiated. "Original host, Mia Lawson: confirmed deceased." Mom screamed. "What do you mean, dead?" "Give my Mia back! Give her back to me!" Dad lay paralyzed on the floor, pupils blown wide, strange sounds catching in his throat. Ava stumbled to my desk and shook "my" shoulders with all her strength. "Mia! Come back! Come back!

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,

"Daughter? Mais comment cela peut-il être? Elle t'a perdu il y a plus de cent ans?" Heppni patted my chest. "She is my daughter. If you scan her magic, you will know. And yes, I did lose her a hundred years ago, but here she is." "I've scanned her magic before. When she told me you were her mother, I thought she was lying. It feels nothing like you, Chanceuse." I studied my friend with worry. Was her mind beginning to fail? "That's because she's now a Prime on her own...at least that's what we believe. If you'd scanned her a month or two ago, you would have no doubts whatsoever." She hugged me again. "How are you here? Why are you here?"

No pleasantries, no nothing. Maybe he's the one getting married to Annabel. They would make such a rude couple! "Yes, we do." Charles answered quietly, his voice coming off shaky, "my daughters have talked about it and come to the conclusion that my eldest daughter, Annabel would go with you." "She's a good catch…" The other one drawled; he had this voice that was both authoritative and melodic at the same time. His voice got my attention and made me stare at him for a while.

' Nia says, doubt weighing heavily on her mind for some reason. 'There's no coincidences here, Nia. The time frames match too perfectly. Their daughter would be around Rosie's age. Plus, Talon will be able to smell if it's his daughter. It's in our DNA to be able to smell those types of things,' I say, thinking about Leon's baby. I was still struggling to get past what had happened. I couldn't help but think if I had just tried harder, but at the time, I had used every ounce of power I had.

“My brother and I found some old pack paperwork. Ophelia was my biological mother’s name.” All remains of amusement leave us. There’s no tension to surround us, but the emotion and overall feeling in our circle are hard to grasp. “Ophelia, it is!” Lenox groans. I grin at my brother because though he tries to appear irritated, I see the self-satisfied smirk on his lips. “I’ll still call her Optimus Prime and show her how to kick ass, but whenever she’s with you soft-hearted pussies, she can be a princess and all that shit.” Lenox rolls his eyes.