Pastor's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Why wouldn't she be here? Cole is her father." "A father she wanted to kill? We don't want murderers in this hall. I give you just three seconds to leave this place or else." "I wouldn't finish that if I were you," Lucinda answered back, getting off the seat. "Why wouldn't I? I am not scared of you. What can a pastor's wife and her mother do to me?" She laughed cruelly. "Maybe my daughter is too sophisticated to deal with you, but I am not. You'll be surprised how quick this bag of old bones can give you a punch." Lucinda threatened, flexing her arm muscles as she did.

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”

“Then why religious? Role play? You’re the minister and...” “No,” I interrupted. “Let’s just skip to the praying part where you get down on your knees and fold your hands. But instead of saying the usual ‘Forgive me, father, for I have sinned’, you say ‘Forgive me, daddy. I’ve been a bad girl’. And then we’ll pretend you’re my little toe and I’ll bang you against every piece of furniture in your house.” Her mischievous grin should have given me the message to run, but my dick was already up and locked on its prey. So I followed her like the horny dumbass I was, and hoped it was worth risking another trip to my doctor to ask for a cure against whatever she had.

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

Pushing a finger into his chest she continued, "See. I know people like you. People that think it is okay to pick on people. Make them feel like they are worthless, like they mean nothing. You will not do that to my friend. Not even a chance." "See the thing is Zee. I don't do that, I am not a bully. I know potential when I see it. I think Anna's faith is misplaced. Grossly misplaced. She will face worst people than me. It's not my fault she got all soft because she was abused by her stepfather or she decided to open her legs and fall in love with someone that can't fall in love with someone as damaged as her-"

It's not my fault, and besides, his daughter is beautiful. It seems strange that she went 8 months without even a suitor. "That you needed to talk to me alone," I said seriously. Minerva looked at me strangely and shook her head several times. I couldn't discuss this situation with her present. She would probably send me to hell or something like that, that's for sure. "Oh, right. Daughter, could you leave us alone for a few minutes?" Her father spoke in such a paternal yet authoritative tone that for a moment, I was going to get up and leave.

"That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this." ... The ballroom was warm and loud when I pushed through the heavy doors. Chandeliers blazed overhead. Father's cigar smoke curled toward the ceiling. They were celebrating—Bianca's confirmation as Blackwell heir, her takeover of the East Coast operations starting Monday. My arrival dropped the temperature in the room. Mother stood at the head table, champagne flute in hand. Her smile cracked when she saw me. "Gemma?" She set down the glass. Her hand landed on my drenched shoulder, light as dusting off a coat. "You're soaking. Why didn't you call ahead?"

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

"We're sorry your daughter has been expelled, but you need to reflect on yourself for faking injuries and threatening the school. Now you've even lost your job… People like you who break the rules will be outcasts everywhere." Ms. Watson snorted, stepped forward, and leaned down, towering over my daughter. My daughter flinched, burying herself in my arms. "Bad upbringing leads to bad kids!" Ms. Watson whispered into my daughter's ear, her voice soft yet filled with malice. "Of course a morally corrupt mother wouldn't raise a good kid. You little liar." "Shut your mouth!" My face went red, and my fingers gripped the doorframe so tightly they hurt.