Pastor Daughter Novels & Stories

They're basically begging to be broken, especially by someone like me who was dying for a taste of real life. I'm Hannah Thompson, the preacher's daughter, twenty and fresh out of my first year at Bible college. My hair is always in a neat braid, dresses that screamed "modest" with no cleavage showing and outfits that stopped way below the knee. The other kids idolized me. The adults used me as the perfect example, whispering about how I would end up as a missionary or married to some boring youth pastor. And the boys? Oh, I was the centre of their fantasy. It was obvious from the way they looked at me, wondering what laid beneath my modest outfits.

he immediately knelt infront of her. Yin Yue calmed down. "I am the daughter of General Jiang Lin.Merely taking their lives is not enough for me.I want them to suffer ,I want them to have the taste of betrayal,I want to disclose their conspiracy to the world and I want to restore my father's and my family's honor"she said with determination. Wang Wei was really surprised for a moment .Yesterday,she was a little girl,frozen with fear and shock but today she is issuing orders as if she is a general in army.

The nerve of him, his friend smirks at me noticing our stares and scowl. I ignore him and walks towards the girls who are busy gawking at our display. They're probably thinking we're still the besties like two years ago since I practically live in his house but one week of hope is enough for me to realize I am still the naive girl from two years ago. "Scarlet hey " Monica greets me grinning widely, she's the Pastor daughter and is the sweetest girl in our town. I walk towards her pulling the chair out taking the scissors from her hand.

she says With that, I get up and go to my wife's room and knock on the door. The door is opened by a little girl who looks about 10, and she lets me in when she sees who it is. I guess that was the daughter of Nyx that I heard my wife had taken in. "Atia," I say when I see her, she is surrounded by her ladies in waiting, and I see our Royal Prophets here.

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

ADAM I could not find peace tonight, seeing that girl, it felt like I had gone back in time. She was the spitting image of my Selene. And I couldn’t stop thinking about whether that girl was my Ayla, the daughter we had to hide. I never heard what her name was, but I heard them talking about a lone wolf saving her when that fucking heir attacked her. Could it be my father? who, after all these years where still alive, and around to look after her.

"How dare you come back here?" Her voice was flat without any trace of emotion. "And you brought this... dirty child with you?" "Mom!" Rick stepped forward and shielded us behind him, his voice turning cold. "The girl's name is Tina Rivers, my daughter. And this is Mandy Rivers, my wife." "Wife?" Rachel scoffed, then slammed the table and pointed at my face. "I'll never acknowledge her! A woman who only causes trouble and raises a lying daughter is unworthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

Her parents either completely blinded by their religious devotion or just totally numb to their daughter's agony shoved her forward by the elbows. "Come, Ella. Move your feet," her mother had whispered, her voice tight and entirely devoid of emotion. "We have to go to the back office to pay our respects to the pastor Don't make a scene." ​Just the memory of walking down that narrow, dimly lit hallway made her shiver violently under the shower now, a cold, paralyzing dread cutting right through the near boiling water,She remembered the heavy click of the office door shutting behind them, locking out the rest of the world and sealing her fate. The room smelled of old paper, leather, and expens

When Xander arrived, he stood up and turned toward us, then froze. Drake: You look so much like your mother. He wanted to rush toward me, but I dodged a step back, which made him stop. Xander gently squeezed my hand and said, Alexander: Your daughter went through absolute hell wherever she was. She has no memory of you yet, and, for goodness' sake, I'm the only one who can easily touch her right now. You have to take it slow and let her come to you.

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.