Sharing My Daughter Novels & Stories

He assured me and I just sighed. After talking to him for some time I cut the call and sat on the nearby couch. I took Neela's photo in my hand and kissed it affectionately. " I miss you, baby," I mumbled tracing my hand all over the photo. I know Shivansh will take good care of Neela but the thing is I can't give my daughter to him. I can't live without my daughter. I can't give my only happiness to the person who has hurt my feelings brutally.

“Put it in the backseat.” “There’s a lot. Can I have a gallon of ice cream?” “Do you want to give him ice cream?” I asked my daughter. “Mummy always told me I should share food, especially when it’s a lot.” Conrad nodded agree what my daughter said. “But I don’t like sharing my favorite food.” I smiled broadly at what my daughter added. “Did you pick up on what she said?” I asked Conrad. “Your genetics are really running to her,” Conrad mumbled as he placed the ice cream and cotton candy in the backseat.

My mother asks curiously. "I had a great day, the meetings were a success, Mom, is Dad around? If he is, put him on speakerphone." Yes, apart from the meetings, I've also had my first cum and I think I'm going to have a few more, so to say I'm excited is an understatement. My mother puts it on speaker and I quickly summarize all the meetings. "And today was just the first day, I'm so happy..." I say, still excited. "You've got to admit, your daughter is a no-nonsense person in her personal life, but in business, she has no equal..." Mom comments to my father, who I'm sure is nearby.

“Thank you. You’re such a nice and handsome young man. No wonder my daughter adored you. She’d be so happy to know I met you.” I smiled beneath my mask as I put my sunglasses back on. “Shame she isn’t here. I’d have been happy to meet her.” Her smile vanished, eyes suddenly filled with tears. Uh-oh. What wrong did I say? She gave me a fragile smile, unlocked her phone and showed me the screen. Her wallpaper was a photograph of her standing beside a young girl, probably a teenager. “This is my daughter. . .” Her voice trembled. “She passed away four months ago from cancer.”

After taking my mother to court for the tenth time, I lost again. A reporter tracked me down. "Your mother picks through garbage just to put you through school," she said, "so why do you keep suing her?" I looked up at her. "Can you follow her in secret for ten days? Hidden camera, around the clock. Do that, and I'll tell you the truth." The first footage went up the very next day. By nightfall, I was the most hated woman on the internet.

When Clara Jones learns that her son has leukemia, her world crumbles. After several failed donor matches, she still can't reach her husband, who's away on a business trip. In the end, her best friend, Monica Spencer, rushes to the hospital and turns out to be a compatible match. Carrying a basket of nourishing supplements, Clara visits Monica. When she arrives at her hospital room, she sees Monica wrapped tightly in a man's arms. That man is none other than Clara's husband, Luther Tanner, whom she had remarried three years ago. "Why would you offer to donate your bone marrow without telling me? That needle was so long. Do you have any idea how worried I was? You've been avoiding me for

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

She said proudly, eyes growing sad. "That's cool," I said, and she beamed. The girl nodded before speaking up again. "You kept saying Casey while you were sleeping. Who is Casey?" She asked innocently. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Casey's name and I suddenly felt so sad that she wasn't here with me. "She's my daughter" The girl gasped. "But you look so young to have a daughter!" I chuckled. "Yeah I know. I'm pretty young" "Can I meet her?" She asked looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I was about to speak when the door opened to reveal Mrs John and Andrea behind her.

But my daughter never did share this to me! "Hey, what is up?" I almost forgot Marixa was still in the screen. "Oh, I am sorry. You are right -- he is coming. And my daughter already knows about that." "Maybe they are just trying to surprise you." She laughed. "Why bother posting in public, though?" I rolled my eyes, yet I really was crazy, because after some moments, I was already grinning like a teenage girl. "Thank you for informing me about this, Marixa. I owe you big time."

“You did not come here for cash and most certainly, you will not ruin your shoes in the woods.” Hesther smiled and pouted at her shoes. “You know me too well, Daddy.” “But were you really in the woods?” I probed. “Not me. One of my minions, this louboutins are not for the woods, you know.” My daughter has a huge following in Alabama. She is a celebrity in er own right. Being the only daughter and her good looks gave her access to famedom amd she is not afraid to use it. Yet, this kid wonders why, I prefer Zayn over her. Teens are hard to decipher. I wish their mother was still here to share the burden of parenthood.