Perfect Daughters Book Novels & Stories

“It’s a good fucking thing I love you already, little one. The things I’m doing for you, you’d better be the best fucking daughter ever. Be like Kate, like this genius, good daughter.” I smiled, “well, my idea of a perfect daughter is this weirdo who curses a lot, has average grades, but the biggest fucking heart out there and always looks out for others. My imperfect princess is the strongest woman I know.” “Thanks dad,” Leia said, almost crying again. “I love you.” “I love you too, princess. So fucking much and you scared the shit out of me and Asher.”

Business first; my desires can wait. Himaldila Dija is the daughter of the famous Mrs Himaldila, a business typhoon and single mother who grew herself out of the ashes of an abusive husband and tumultuous marriage, leaving the union with three daughters. With the support of her daughters, Mrs. Himaldila successfully has three companies.

She loves Devyn so much, it will hurt her a bit but she will still choose what makes Devyn happy. I pinch her cheeks once again. "That's right, baby. It's your life so you will make your own choice. We will interfere when your choices are bad, okay?" I said so she nodded. "Besides, Dada," she said so I stopped drinking coffee. "You can make another Baby! It says in this book that an animal can have many children! Like dogs, sometimes they have five, four or three children!" My Daughter even turned me into an animal. I bite my lip and stop laughing. One or maybe another one is right so that Devyn has a companion to grow old with. Two kids will be good?

Valentina says, with the dry tone she has been deploying since Clara was approximately nine. "I cited the book," Clara says, with the same tone, entirely inherited. "I am not the book." "You are in the book." "I am in it as evidence," Clara says. "The argument is yours. I made it more precise." Valentina looks at her daughter and thinks about the thirty-eight years and what they produced and cannot think of a more precise summary of what the second life was for than this: the person across the kitchen table who was always going to be exactly who she is and who had the conditions to become it.

“Or you are afraid of gaining a chance and losing it?” “Maybe.” “You know, Michael was my only male child… but I have got three daughters, who never ceased to make me realize just how beautiful life could be. Their husbands became my sons and made me feel a little less lonely and guilty. Though on most days, I feel like I don’t deserve it… after what I have done. But I do.” “Do you have a daughter, Son?” I nodded. “Cherish her.” “I will.” “She’s worth more than ten sons.” I never doubted that. “And… allow yourself to fall in love again, if possible.”

Meanwhile, the other party is chatting nonstop about the characters in the book but they completely paid attention to one of the cannon fodders in the original novel. They already knew that the story already began but they still felt awful when they saw the mother and daughter relationship. The mother is so vicious that she even made her daughter do her awful so called task. So she could hold a countless notes in her hands again by selling her daughter body to her rich customer. The daughter is greedy of wealth too so she did not paid extra attention to her situation, if she really find out the truth or after they did the task her mother was talking about. Xia Yu already bet. Xing Xing will

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

The phone starts to ring as I wait for her to answer. "Hello?" Barbara says. "Hello, Darling!" I say to her with a prim proper tone in my voice. Using this voice, I often pretend that I am the villainous "Cruella Devil" from the book "The Hundred and One Dalmatians" by Dodie Smith. That has always been one of my favorite books. My mother used to read it to me as a child. "Molly!" Barbara says with excitement in her voice. "How are you doing?" I asked her, “I have not seen it yet this summer.

Hoping for a lighter sentence, he'd handed over all the evidence and begged for mercy. In the next room, Vera lounged in her chair with one leg crossed over the other. She swung her foot casually, not scared at all. When she saw my devastated parents, her expression didn't change. There wasn't a hint of remorse. Dad clenched his jaw. "Why are you so cruel? We always chose you. We gave you everything. Was it still not enough? Why did you have to kill her?" Vera didn't move. She didn't react at all.

He wasn’t and will never be the father of my child. He can dream but the reality will slap him hard. I will not let him do this to me. I cannot let him ruin everything for me. Before, I know that being the president’s daughter comes with many disadvantages. I just didn’t realize that being dragged into his evil scheme is one of the things that I should deal with in my life. Truth to be told, I was the one who dragged Ares into this fire. I was playing fire with him and I thought we both burned by it. I was enjoying burning without realizing that he is trying to pull me closer into the fire because he, himself is the son of the fire.