Perfect Daughters Book Novels & Stories

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.

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

"Everyone, come take a look! This is the woman who incited her daughter to harm herself for money! She lost her job and her daughter was expelled, yet she's still hanging around! No wonder her man left her. A woman like her brings nothing but bad luck!" She grew more animated, now stepping forward to point at my daughter. "And this little liar! Raised without a father, she's already lying and cheating at such a young age! She's only gonna get worse when she grows up! I think she should be sent to juvenile prison!" "Shut your mouth!" My blood boiled, and I yelled. "I'll say what I want!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't want people to talk about it, don't do it, crazy woman! And t

, " With my knowledge and memory, you only gave birth once" " I have another daughter, Clarisse, she's my husband's brother's daughter ", " Oh you mean the one you never treated as a daughter?", she asked and Patricia was quiet for a minute, she was already boiling and felt like shutting Moraine up for good. She never really liked her, she felt Moraine was always acting like she was better than everyone else. " I don't know what you're talking about, she's my daughter and I treat her like my daughter ",

Real mother of the year. My breath caught. I was aware of my appearance, messy hair, red eyes, but I did not deserve this. "Don't do this. Where is she, please, tell me where she is.” "I don't care," he snapped. "You're an omega. Weak. Pathetic. And your daughter too--wolfless and useless.” I had not time to answer, when I heard a voice behind him, which I knew was his. " urgh... she is back?

Saliva dripped down my chin and onto my tits, making the sheer baby-doll cling even more obscenely. Damien’s hand tightened in my hair, guiding but not forcing—yet. “Fuck, Riley… look at you. My perfect little stepdaughter on her knees with my cock stretching those pretty lips. You’ve been teasing me for years, haven’t you? Walking around in those tiny sleep shorts, bending over to pick things up just to make my dick twitch.”

Damien said, before I could open my mouth to answer for myself, and there was something in the flatness of his voice now that made even Margaret go quiet again. "Your other daughter pushed her off a third floor balcony. I watched it happen. If the trellis had not held for even a second longer than it did, you would be planning a funeral right now instead of standing in this doorway asking questions you already know the answer to." My father's face went pale in a way I had genuinely never seen on him before, not even in seven years of watching him choose the easy lie over the difficult truth. "Damien, surely we can discuss this calmly, Vivienne is my daughter too, whatever happened tonight, I

I guess it wasn't very gentlemanly of me to have lied to her about that kiss never happening. How could I use her like that? Knowing her past, knowing that she has suffered enough with the death of her mother. I wish and my father had also loved my mother and me in this way to the way Horatio does his daughter. Minerva Finn... why must you be so innocently beautiful? I sighed again and set the little ball bouncing against the wall aside. I put my hands on the back of my neck and used them as a pillow, stretched out fully on the bed and closed my eyes.

It wasn't often he'd speak of my mother, when he did the pain was there clear for all to see. I can only imagine how his heart must ache, losing your mate is one thing but under the circumstances, no one could blame him if he were to have gone awol. She was eight months pregnant with their first child, the heir to the Alpha title and future leader of their pack, me. She'd gone for a stroll the same as every day. Through the village, across the wooden bridge over the lake and towards the beautiful rope bench swing my father had built and fitted to a large tree for her in the clearing surrounding the lake, it was her most favourite place of all.

I smiled at her and the archdemoness laughed out loud. “See! This is what I told you…she is a hoot. She is going to be perfect for my book store and I shall tell you why. Because she knows how to connect with people. I mean, today when every one of the kids at her age are all busy on their phones and stupid games she is reading books and she is mingling. That itself is a huge achievement. I must say…you ought to be proud for raising such a marvelous daughter,” said Hannabelle and my mother was blushing. Something was really wrong here.