Presidents Daughter Novels & Stories

Hunter "So, how do you feel about the whole thing?" Harry asked. "I don't know," I said absentmindedly. "What do you mean you don't know? This is a big deal. You just found out you have an eighteen year old daughter. She could be taking over your company one day!" Harry mused.

Seduce the president? Even walked back into the company, shoving the document folder into her bag. She didn't even want to see that man. How was she going to seduce him? "If you can achieve this mission, Mira, and successfully seduce the president, then we won't hesitate from letting you in on every detail about this club. As you already know, there's a lot more to The Ambitious Employees Club than meets the eyes." Amanda's last words resounded in her mind. A lot more to the club. What other conspiracies were they hiding?

so, one faction of humans are supportive of them including my parents while the other faction wants freedom that includes me. I sighed and carried on with my packing. " Kat, I can't wait to see you as bride. Do you know how proud we are of you? " My mom beaming with joy as she helps me pack my clothes. " yeah, honey. Even the president's daughter is not selected. " my father said as he returns from his night shift. my father works as a fireman. " it's not a big deal. you're not this happy when I won a full scholarship for Harvard. " I pouted as my mom zipped my suitcase.

"Oh! Do not listen to him, mother! It was more than serious. A lot of things would have happened to me if Mr. Chase did not show up. I was lost in a strange city with a language I could neither speak nor understand, and he helped me get back to my hotel. There were so many things that could have gone wrong." Chase turned to look at the young girl. She must have been in her early twenties, bright blue eyes and sunny blonde hair. Richard leaned into Chase and whispered something that caused him to scoff. "She definitely has a crush on you, son." "Don't be ridiculous, father. She is the president's daughter." "So what? Imagine marrying into the president's family." Richard sat up straight and s

My hand shook on the doorknob. So that was the truth. I quietly stepped back and walked away. I stood by the window at the end of the hallway for a long time. The next day, relatives heard Mom was hospitalized and came to visit. The room was packed. Fruit baskets and flower bouquets filled every corner. Mom lay in bed dramatically talking about how hard she'd worked raising her two daughters. Sophie stood beside her, carefully helping her drink water. The perfect mother-daughter scene. Once everyone had gathered, I cleared my throat. "Since the whole family's here, tell me if this sounds fair."

Melanie sighed, her grip relaxing, with expression also loosening, she gently cupped her daughter cheeks, earnestly saying, “You know that I'm doing this for your own good, right?” A small quiet sob escaped from Lena pouty lips but she still nodded, throwing herself to her mother arms for a hug. Melanie hugged her daughter, though there was no expression on her face as she gently patted her daughter head.

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

Nicklaus still nodded indifferently and said, "Mr Evans, why don't you tell me what kind of unfair treatment your daughter experienced in the Presidential mansion and who is scheming against her?" "Mr President, I know that you've always been a fair and just person, you would never allow other people cause trouble here, nor let my daughter suffer for nothing" James smiled, feeling a little confident. Nicklaus smiled and picked up his tea cup to take another sip, "Mr Evans, Please go straight to the point and stop beating around the bush" . James nodded and begin to say, "There are two matters. The first one was when my daughter went on a trip abroad with you previously. She suddenly experien

I had seen that look on his face a lot growing up. “Spit it out.” I flung out my legs. Crossing my booted feet at the ankle, as I stared at him. Instead of opening his mouth like I expected him to, he shook his head. “Another time.” “So why are we here? I have better things to do.” Namely, getting balls deep in Cali. “I thought Ruin got bail?” Fender paused. “He did. That isn’t the problem,” Our president’s voice was emotionless, like he was talking about a random brother and not his eldest son. Then again, there was only one child, Fender, put on a pedestal. His youngest daughter Chelsea. Club princess and ultimate spoiled brat.

July 28. The birthday celebration for the youngest daughter of the newly elected President Michael Whitmore, Victoria Whitmore, was held on an extraordinarily grand and lively scale. It even sparked criticism from many media outlets, accusing the president of using taxpayers' money to spoil his daughter excessively. The newly elected president's influence was now immense. Not a single billionaire or government official dared to be absent. Everyone arrived with their wives and daughters, bringing gifts that piled up like mountains. Through the party, they also took the opportunity to build connections and establish mutually beneficial relationships behind the scenes.