Prodigal Daughter Book Novels & Stories

But no longer shaking. “I still hear his voice,” she admitted. “My father’s. In the dark. Sometimes I dream about the way he looked at me when I was cast out. Like I was already dead.” “I know that look,” Ryker said. “I’ve seen it in other alphas. When something stops being useful to them.” She nodded. “That’s the word. Useful. I was never a daughter. I was a bargaining chip. A body meant to carry obedience.” Ryker shifted beside her, not touching, but close. Steady.

He kept a straight face, not resorting to his usual antics. "No, you didn't." Professor Killiney's answer visibly relieved Grandpa Shaw. His reaction made me sense something was off. Perhaps, in his subconscious, he had done something he found hard to forgive himself for. Later, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Grandpa Shaw and Professor Killiney. I learned that Grandpa once had a daughter. Grandpa Shaw’s wife divorced him to distance herself and abandoned their daughter, moving across the country. The young girl, left without her parents’ care, struggled alone and married young out of desperation.

“The ancient texts are clear on what it takes to make a successful match, your majesty.” The Immaculate Mother begins. “As you have seen with your very own match, the Goddess smiles upon you and the strength of your line.” She snaps her fingers. Phoebe strides toward the table, she seems to float across the floor, her robe giving the illusion. She reaches within its invisible folds and retrieves a small book, bound in leather and well worn. Gold letters are neatly stamped on the cover— The Order Of The Kingdom Of The Moon. The Immaculate Mother quickly flips through the well worn pages.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

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.

Madam Hale sniffled beside me, still holding my hand like a prize she’d found after years of searching. Then the man finally spoke. His voice was low, firm, and laced with a kind of authority that could make grown men apologize for existing. “The prodigal daughter is back,” he said. My stomach twisted. With his tone he must hate Lena then. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze slicing through me like a scalpel. “You know,” he continued, “running away because you’re pregnant all in the name of a business trip that’s a complete lie is uncool, even for you.”

Hazel asked, sounding annoyed. “Well my daughter knows just where to go,” Caitlin retorted and she dipped her hand into her dress before pulling out a book. Hazel recognized it immediately. It was the book of prophecy. “Now I have decided that nothing in this book will decide what I need to do. My daughter’s fate will not be decided by a mere book. A sacrifice?” she said with a frown. “Like hell it is. I am sure you would also know how it feels if it were to be your daughter. Let this world come to an end if it must. Nothing can change that now,” she said and pushed the book into the shelf before pulling her daughter along with her and they exited the place into the night. Hazel stood there

"There's a name that's been popping up lately. Victor Hale." Daniel's face darkened at the mention of the name. "Victor and I have unfinished business. He's an international arms dealer. Unlike me, he has no code of honor. He'll sell to anyone." Kate interjected, "But why am I involved in this?" Daniel hesitated, "He knows about you. You're leverage." Kate looked puzzled, "But we just met." Daniel took a deep sigh. "Think back, Kate. To when you were a child. Did you know a Daniel when you were 12?"

“She’s always held herself to be higher than you. That’s her disease—overconfidence.” I shook my head. “No, it’s not just that. It’s Dad. He sees her as the prize. Every single time. She walked in after six whole years, and suddenly, I’m invisible. I’ve worked so hard. I’ve earned my place. But he chose to overlook them. None of them mattered to him because the prodigal daughter had returned.” Her lips curved in a bitter, knowing smile. “Your father’s undying love for Zara is his greatest weakness, darling. And we can prey on that if we act wisely.”

She turned to the crowd, her voice rising loud enough for every guest to hear. “This is what happens when you trust the wrong person! My son accepted her despite her blindness, loved her, spoiled her, gave her everything she could ever want, and this is how she repays us? By embarrassing our family in front of everyone!” She shook her head in disgust. “The truth is, she was never worthy of this family in the first place. Always sulking, always complaining, always acting like she was too good for everyone around her. And what did she ever give us in return? Nothing. Five years of marriage and not even a child. Not one piece of good news. Honestly, someone as unlucky and unfortunate as her sho