Romans & histoires Since She's Not Your Daughter Who Exactly Is She

"She's trying to wake you up. Because you're not just Seraphina's daughter." I took a deep breath, knowing I was about to destroy her world. "You're The Mother's daughter too."

“She is marked.” “Hate to break it to you, but my daughter isn’t “proper.” She is a fucking loose cannon. She is a wonderful woman with a mind of her own, who does what she wants, when she wants it. She’s independent and fucking brilliant. Not someone you can control.” He shook his head and tried to say something, but I didn’t give him the chance.

Not of my daughter. And not for long.

This wasn’t the time to become self-aware. “I’m joking,” August laughed. “But I don’t see the harm in seeing if there could be something between us.” Straight forward, I kinda liked that. A smirk of my own appeared. “We’ll see.” I wasn’t sure what I was really supposed to call August. All I knew was that my new… situationship I guess, was my daughter’s choice. Hopefully, Aaliyah chose right.

Every line of it. “You’re not me,” I said calmly. Her breath hitched. “You’re not real to them,” I continued. “You’re not a daughter. You’re not a brand. You’re not a legacy.” Her hands started shaking. “You were a tool,” I said. “And now you’re a loose end.” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “Then what does that make me?” she asked, voice breaking. “If I’m not you… if I’m not anything… what am I?”

"No… That's impossible!" My mother's face went deathly pale as she whipped around to stare at Lilith. Lilith's eyes darted away. She stumbled back in panic. "Mom, don't listen to her! She's lying because she's jealous! I'm your daughter!" "You knew?" My mother rushed over and grabbed Lilith by the shoulders. "Didn't you always say you remembered things from when you were little?" "I… I…" Lilith stammered, unable to finish a sentence.

"Is she your daughter?" I sighed deeply. Of course that's the first thing she'd wanted to know, it's what I would want to know if I heard she had a "daughter" "She's not my daughter, at least not by the blood running through our veins but in any other way, Ginny is my daughter." Tracy bit her lip, nodding several times. Her legs were crossed over the bed and if not for anything, she had me worried about her look. The continuous biting down on her lips, I'm not

She pointed her finger loudly at the woman with no filter in her words. "Who are you? You're nobody here!" "I'm her mother. I don't accept my daughter being called that!" Lily rebuked Donita boldly. "Mark my words carefully. You... whatever your name is, I'll make sure you regret what you just said!" "Oh... so this illegitimate child finally has a mother?" asked Donita as she rolled her eyes. "If you can say such harsh things about good Cheryl, what about you, huh?! Asshole? Loser? Peng-"

Not truly. “She's not your mother. Not biologically.” She looked sorry for me. “What?”

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