Sharing My Daughter Novels & Stories

Little slut who likes money. ” Sweetheart, are you okay?” She asks and walks in. She shuts the door and sits on the desk. ” I’m not.” She sighs and runs her fingers down my hair. ” What happened?” She asks. ” I… I have a daughter.” I state. She blinks her eyes and stares at me blankly. ” A daughter? What daughter?” ” I once had a daughter. Thought I lost her but I got her back.” ” You had a daughter? Sin you couldn’t even tell me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Talk to us if anything is bothering you or if you want anything to do. I dont have a daughter. God only gifted me with two boys. You can be my daughter if you want too. I will be happy about it. Will go shopping in the mall, touring together and other mother daughter stuffs. When am moving around town and see other mothers with their daughters, l feel jealousy that l dont gave one. My boys are ever minding their business they don't have time for me. Sarah finished

Cole asked, raising his brows at her. "I can't tell you. Those are private conversations between a daughter and father." "Father and Daughter! Nice." He nodded, smiling. "Cole, I'm over the moon. I got my Dad today." She squealed and hugged him tightly, this was her way to express happiness. He smiled, embracing her. ***

Flashback ends I completed telling yesterday's event to both Mumma and Kary. “I also want to tell you all something,” I said. All were looking at me. “I sing songs. I and Divya both make music and posts on our website and YouTube. I with Kary and Divi own a Karate Academy.” I said. When I was telling all this I heard a gasp coming from Mumma. She didn’t know anything and I felt bad that I unknowingly hurt her. “I know that you sing songs. Being a mother can't I identify my daughter's music?” Mumma said.

He slaps his forehead and picks out his phone from his pocket. He scroll through his phone's gallery whereas I am becoming impatient to see how my daughter looks like. "Here I managed to click a single picture on her birthday thats two months ago."He forwards his phone to me.With shaking hands and crazy heartbeats I dare to glance at the screen and next I feel the time stopped around me. My daughter is the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen.

They should know, it was their right. She is going to march to that family dinner and tell them she has the most adorable daughter in the whole earth and if they don't accept her then fuck them. They could go to hell for all she cares, whoever doesn't accept her daughter is the dumb person ever. Because why? Her daughter was the sweetest, and anyone would want to have her. She was her world, her life. Her heartbeat. Her daughter. "Mother!" Zara squeals, flipping away from the bed. Zoey leaned closer, wiping away the crumb of toast from her daughter's lips.

We both become each other’s family. And today, I'm here to share my happiness with my mother. I do this very often, whenever something remarkable or special happens I would come here to share with my mother. Because, I wanted to let her know that her daughter is happy Unlike her. I want her to know that I've been through every thick and thin of life and yet I'm living this life happily unlike her. I want her to know that I'm doing better in my life even though she isn’t around me. I want her to know that sucide is never a solution, and her daughter is stronger than her. I want her to know that her daughter is a fighter, unlike her. A wave of wind passed, clearing my thoughts.

"Dad, I have a new friend." Seeing Cheryl approaching, her employer, Lily stands up but is stopped by James. "You just sit, Lily. I'll get another chair." He immediately pulls out a chair not too far from him. "Where's your new friend?" Lily marvels silently at the interaction. From Cheryl, who seems so excited to introduce Abyan to James. The girl's light chatter just telling how much fun she had playing there. And other exciting things she shares with her father. "Wow, you seem to be having a lot of fun today, huh?" James gently strokes the top of his daughter's head.

“Rough night?” I glance up at her, surprised she even noticed. “You could say that.” She leans back, crossing her arms. “Yeah, I’ve had my fair share of those.” I raise an eyebrow. “And you’re still smiling?” She chuckles, though it’s a bit hollow. “Sometimes you’ve got to, right? Especially when you’ve got people depending on you.” There’s a heaviness to her words that piques my curiosity. “People?” “My daughter,” she says simply, and there’s a flicker of something in her eyes—pride, but also weariness. “She’s six.”

Mary's words consoled me as I don't care about what anyone says about me, as long as she doesn't hate me or see me as a bad person. “Okay, that's alright. Let's have our seat and eat before it runs cold,” I stated as I disengaged from the hug and pulled a chair for her. My daughter is my pride, the only thing I have achieved in life. Many of my friends are envious of my perfect life with my perfect daughter, and I’ll do anything to make sure she’s happy and her life remains perfect and got everything she has ever dreamed of. We ate silently at the dining table, and then she posed a question about her father.