She Wasn't My Daughter Novels & Stories

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Aurora snorted. “Now you care?” “Don’t play with me,” I snapped, taking a step closer. “Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?” Her eyes locked on mine. “You want the truth? Fine.” She let out a very annoying laugh, and she said, “You’re not mine.” with a smirk playing on her lips. The words landed like a slap. I blinked. “What?” “You are not my daughter,” she said, slowly. “You never were. You were dumped on me like trash. I didn’t want you. I couldn’t have children. So they gave me you.”

Because no matter how much whiskey I drink, no matter how many times I remind myself who she is… she keeps showing up. Her face, her voice, those fucking eyes. Annoying as hell. She’s Hearst’s daughter. A means to an end, that’s it. So why the fuck am I thinking about her?

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

"I got the results, and according to the results, she is not your biological daughter." "What? How is that possible? I gave birth to her, so how could she not be my daughter!"

"I am telling you for the last time. Stop." "The last time?" She almost smiled, and it was the saddest thing I'd seen all morning. "How about you stop sleeping with her first, and then come warn me about my last time? She is the same woman you used to vanish with for days at a stretch — while I sat here. Raising your daughter. Alone." It landed somewhere in my chest before I could prepare for it. Your daughter. Not our. Not mine. I kept my face still. I told myself it didn't matter. It still pulled at something small and tender that I would have preferred to leave alone.

She's her Mother's Daughter **Get her pregnant** Seth's POV "Get her pregnant!"He replied and I flinched. "Are you kidding me?" "I mean how on earth will you say such a thing? She's sixteen for fuçk sake, sixteen!" I half yelled.

“Maybe you can help me go through the list a second time? I don’t want to make any mistakes. That would be so embarrassing.” “Of course. No problem.” What the hell is going on with you, Joe? You’re literally saying yes to everything she’s asking you. Why don’t I tell her to fuck off and leave you alone, like you do with everyone else? The answer was that she was my daughter in law, and I couldn’t get rid of her. She was kind of stuck in my life whether I liked it or not. What worried me though, was that I liked it. A little too much.

she tried to remove the ring, but I held my hand over it. “I have no children, and Ally and I are too old to try more than the occasional canoodling.” She snorted at that, her skin blushing deeply. “So I have no daughter to pass it onto. Now you’re my daughter and I’m claiming you whether you like it or not.” “Now; would you like to join us back out there, or would you like some more time amongst the fabrics?” I asked her. “Can I have some more time?” She whispered, her shy and broken gaze now back.

"For now, you're coming with me, your daughter is sick." "Daughter? Which daughter? I've disowned her since she caused me that much embarassment. It's still on the internet and my friends still talk about it behind my back. She has brought me too much shame," she slugged the cup of wine while I fisted both hands to hold my anger in. "She is sick, did you miss that part?"

She growled like a hyena stuck in a net and tried to pull herself out of those rock like guards they had. “You… You!” Mr. Dayholt roared over her growls and she paused, looking at him, her eyes pleading forgiveness. “You’re not my daughter! I don’t have a daughter.” He staggered, must have received an immense shock from all this and on his birthday, he never had expected.