Runaway Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her parents plead her not to do that stupid sacrifice for their sake and destroy her life, they were ready even for dying than sacrificing their daughter but she was adamant on her decision. The old creditor took her with him, releasing her family from debt. But on their way, Zhu Li's determination started to waver because of the greedy look on that old man's eyes. He made perverted comments on her beauty and he was eager to get her married to himself. Because of that man's indecent behavior and impolite comments, Zhu Li's determination started to dissolve. She got scared. Therefore she escaped from that old man's carriage when she got the very first chance and fled.

As soon as Emma saw me, she smiled happily: "When I heard you were sick, I wanted to visit you, but Bernie forbade me." Emma sighed, accusing Bernie of me, and when I heard that, I shrugged innocently. "We're afraid we'll infect you!" I smiled and replied, "You still have to take care of your daughter, after all!" Last year, Emma gave birth to a lovely baby girl. At that time, Bernie and I became lovers, and she automatically became our adopted daughter. Emma's husband gave her the name, Oriana. Normally, the four of us cherish this little girl very much.

She’s just too fixed on it. Cinthye waited outside the operation room door, waiting for her mother. She expected the hospital to do it’s thing. It’s job. “Cinthye Cator?” A young woman sat next to her, she excitedly took pictures of her. She immediately cover her face with a mask. But it was too late. People were caving her in. Cinthye push through, she ran as fast as she could. It didn’t matter where her feet bring her to. SHE JUST WANTS TO RUNAWAY.

“Clarissa came before I could finish… I didn't know she was coming. I can make it up to you… please… just one chance. I'll…” “You'll do what?” I bit back my words. “You see,” she started, her back turned to me. “For fifteen years I've watched and waited. Waited for you to hold up on your own end of the bargain. The contract was simple; I help keep your daughter alive, you kill Ferguson.” “Please,” I dropped to my knees. “I'll do anything. Just don't hurt my daughter. I'm begging. Please.” Tears streamed down my face. I knew what she was capable of.

My mind returned once more to the flashbacks — the smiles, the warmth, the family we once were. But the sound of the door clicking shut reminded me of what I was now: A runaway. A girl hiding behind a boy’s name. A daughter hunted by her own father. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. For the first time in a long while, I wished the past would stop chasing me. But I knew it wouldn’t. Not now. Maybe not ever.

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

Sadly, the High Council is still looking for the group of Hecate followers. Dad puts his arms around his mate, “Calm down, love. Don’t make a scene.” he begged her. “Dont make a scene? Don't make a scene!? Abraham Jay Dawson, our only daughter was kidnapped. Like it’s a fucking joke from the god she got abducted a second time! And you are asking to calm dawn and to not make a scene?” “Mom! Please. Listen to dad.” Jack goes to stand behind me, coaling his arm around my waist in a protective mode.

Cara responds, giggling in pure joy as she sits back down beside me. Her arm brushes lightly against my skin as she adjusts herself on her seat, the soft touch sending pleasurable sparks rushing through me. And it feels so fucking good— "Shit, that is barely two weeks from today." Rhia laughs, her voice dragging me out of my head. Focus, Dane. I take another shot of my drink to calm down my thoughts and nerves. Rhiannon Gahill is Beta Edward's daughter and his only child. The man loves her more than life itself.

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

"They're on the move again. This time it's a kid. She just turned nine today. Her name is Annie Cruzo. Her mother, Angelica Cruzo, is a single parent. She divorced her husband after he got involved in drug smuggling a few years ago. To pay off gambling debts, she signed a deal to sell her daughter to them." My jaw clenched. I slammed the door shut with enough force to shake the frame. "Send me everything." "I already did," Clay replied. "The driver is scheduled to pick her up at nine tonight." I pulled my laptop closer. The backseat was packed with computer systems, gadgets, and enough weapons to start a small war. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I opened the files Clay had sent. Rage