Prodigal Daughter Book Novels & Stories

Brushing my damp hair out of my face Gavin looked me in the eyes and said, “Remy loved you so much, Athena. You have to know that. Gideon told me that she knew that she would pass but wanted to have her pup no matter what and was willing to sacrifice herself for her child.” Nodding I laid my cheek against his chest and asked him to just hold me together. “Have you seen the pup since getting here?” He asked me and I told him that I only saw her after she was born. Gavin suggested that we go see our granddaughter and escorted me back inside. *****Many Years Later***** After the death of my eldest daughter, something changed within me. I knew I wasn't special nor was I some warrior prodigy my o

In my entire twenty years of existence, nobody had ever raised his filthy hand on me before - not even my mom that is very strict. The guy didn't know what a millionaire's daughter was capable of doing. I vowed to let him know that nobody dares touch the only heiress to the Agogo family and go scot-free. I would make sure to show him what a millionaire's money could do to change his whole life into unforgettable disaster. With that being said, I furiously got inside my car, tears rolling down my cheeks.

She continued, "Then you grew up and rejected a stable government job to study art. When I tried to talk sense into you, you ran away from home! I even found you a good, honest husband, but you refused to marry him. Instead, you insisted on marrying for money! "And now, even after your husband's cheated, you still want to squeeze money out of him… How am I supposed to face your father? I've failed him!" She cried with such sincerity that everyone saw her as a long-suffering, selfless mother. And in the process, she had turned me into a heartless, money-hungry daughter. "My God, how can someone treat their mother like that? This is outrageous." "I wouldn't have wasted my time coming here if I

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now

Angela said reassuringly. However, it was in vain. Helena remembered all the bad things Janet had done to her, even until the end of her life she never considered herself a daughter-in-law, this was the first time Janet said it proudly after Helena introduced herself to the public as the daughter of a billionaire. This world is indeed small and foreign. Will Helena continue to meet members of the Frazie family who Helena knows have so many connections from various circles, maybe even with the owner of the spa building? If not, what would Janet do there if there were no connections? Usually Janet would not come to a place she didn't know.

“I am the daughter of Eva Petrova. I was born from a marriage my mother never wished for, one that bound her to a legacy of blood she sought to escape.” She paused. The room held perfectly still. “This is my daughter, Zoe. She carries the blood of both my mother and the Volkov family. She is innocent. She is loved. And she will not be erased. Murmurs rippled. The old names watching would understand. Anya’s voice remained level: “For too long, others have tried to decide which legacies deserve the light. Today, we decide for ourselves.” She stepped back. Dimitri’s voice followed—low, firm, final:

A flicker of shame crossed her face, but she continued, “You said that I was trying to hurt our daughter. “Fine! Let’s say you weren’t thinking straight. Before your tire was slashed, I called 911. Kai here was kind enough to help expedite things. He came to the hospital because he was worried, and you pushed him! “Now, you’re telling the doctor about ‘suspicious exposure’ and dragging him into this?” With every word she spoke, the few waiting family members and passing nurses glanced our way more intently. “Is the dad having a mental breakdown?”

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.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."