Presidents Daughter Novels & Stories

"Surprise! The daughter of the president of Watson Pharmaceutical privately dates with the assistant president of the Parker Group!" The attached picture was a photo of me and Luke in the underground parking lot of the Parker Group this morning. Luke's photo was a frontal view, which was clear, while my face was not captured. "Oh, my God! This is too chaotic. Didn't there be some rumors recently that the daughter of the president of Watson Pharmaceutical is engaged to the president of Parker Group? Why does she part with the CEO and insist on dating an assistant?" "What? The daughter of the president of Watson Pharmaceutical is engaged to the president of Parker Group. When did it happen? I

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.

It would be painful to lose her, but at least the people and court would not point fingers at him and call him a disgraceful and incompetent leader like his father. "I am afraid, not your Highness," Xisuthra answered. More than anybody, Xisuthra knew the hard time that the Emperor went through before he decided to sign a peace treaty using his daughter. To deliver such a piece of news to him at this time when the wedding drew near felt very wrong. "Then is it Ninla?" the Emperor asked. He was willing to mention all the princesses' names and hoped that when he got to a name, Xisuthra would say yes and that would be it. Losing a child was no walk in the park, but it better not be Ninsab.

“Yes, Vice President. Actually, the real reason why I came in your office in haste is because of this.” The secretary put a documents on the Vice President’s table. Finn picked it up and read the contents. After reading, his hands shook and his eyes went red. “This is…” he murmured, looking back with sharp glare. “That is evidence that your daughter, miss Madell, is taking drugs. She was caught by the police but someone took her out of the jail.” The only person who will cover Madell’s mistake is Sherly. Finn is sure of that.

I announced, holding the phone up proudly, showing the rest of the team the photo as evidence. “Yeah? What did they have?” Captain Elder asked, his face softening. He had always liked Bryson, and of course, the whole world was waiting with baited breath on the birth announcement. To say that Anna’s father was an important man would be the understatement of the century. Her father, Tom Spencer, was currently serving his second term in office as President of the United States. Anna, as first daughter, was a celebrity in her own right because of that. The press hung on every word that she and Bryson said and it seemed as though the whole world was gripped with ‘Annason’ fever, and had been for

In the deep forest, Rosa wakeup to the loud sound of flapping birds. Rosa's long ponytail is in mess, some of her hair stuck on her forehead and neck. She was sweating a lot last night and there were some cuts on her face and arms. When she opens her eyes, she saw a lot of colorful birds in front of her. They were small and cute, making Rosa remember her daughter, Damia. Sudden tears fall from her eyes. She misses her daughter. She wonders if Damia is missing her and will have a tantrum with Louis.

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

Eliza said, taking her hand back, “and just so you know, he and Ms. Laura don’t have any daughters, just one son, so he looks at me kinda like a daughter of his own.” James looked at her with a thousand questions written on his face. “He and my dad were roommates at Yale and have been close ever since,” she said, answering the unasked question. He nodded in a daze and gulped. The Secret Service agent spoke. “The President will see you now.” She opened up a door and the Oval Office could be seen within.