Stallone's Daughters Novels & Stories

Her heels repeatedly struck Stella in the abdomen as she cackled, "Poor thing… your dad doesn't want you anymore, and your mom's dead. You're just a worthless bastard with no one to care for you!" Stella's soft whimpers only seemed to fuel her delight. She kept up the torment for a full ten minutes before finally walking away, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. I collapsed beside my daughter, pained by how powerless I was. The anguish tore at me, and I felt as though I was losing my mind. The Lornes' laughter echoed from the other side of the door, while Stella suffered outside. I wondered why God did this to me—why must my daughter endure so much pain?

"C-Calm down, Mr. Easton! You didn't exactly say which daughter of mine will marry your son. Stephanie is engaged to Gavin Westley that's why she was not chosen." "Isn't she your only daughter? You dare to trick me!?" "Mr. Easton, Stephanie isn't the only daughter of my husband." Valencia immediately stepped in. "What? You have a second daughter?" Rowen was surprised. "Did you know?" he asked his assistant, Draven Harvy. Draven shrugged. He never knew about Arnold having another daughter. "Let me see the bride!" Rowen demanded. Amber heard everything. Her back was facing Mr. Easton all this time. She turned around to face him and politely greeted him. "It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. East

“We didn’t ask him. He volunteered.” Her neck turns an angry shade of red. “You’re lying!” she says, pushing both Alice and me aside as she stalks across the room. “I’ve always known you and Landon had a thing before I came along, but this is low, even for you. To use your own daughter while I have a newborn son at home.” She spits, “You make me sick!” “Guards!” Alice calls. They walk in immediately. “Escort Stella back to her home and guard her. She is not to leave her premises until our Alpha or Luna says otherwise.”

"Honey, you will need to abort the kid if you wish to stay with the Conrad family in the future. It is not possible for the Radomil family to have two unsuccessful daughters!" Stella looked in the mirror at herself. How should I proceed? Was getting rid of her child truly the only option available to her? Wheels rolled along the floor into the room, still considering it. Upon witnessing Clarence enter the bathroom, Stella instantly tightened up and threw open the door. When their gazes locked, she looked away right away. She made her way trembling to the furthest corner of the space. He called his voice giving her a shiver, "Stop right there.”

I said. She seemed lost in thought for a couple of seconds and started to laugh as if I had cracked a joke. "You are really dumb, Selene; they played you well, and I am sure Danica is behind this," she said. "What do you mean by that?" I ask, both confused and angry. "You are so naive, Selene; I am sure Xavier decided the day. It is because they know who you are; they know you are the daughter of the moon, and they even know if something happens to you, the moon goddess herself will come to help you.

Oh my God. That means... "You're Marco Bianchi's daughter. Your father killed my father," Alyanna spoke, her voice sounding foreign. She looked like her world had fragmented into illegible pieces. A dark smile flitted across Stella's face. "Why?" Alya croaked. Stella tapped her cheek as she pretended to try and remember the reason. "Business gone wrong? It was so long ago and so...insignificant that I don't even remember, it." She lifted one shoulder to offer a nonchalant shrug. "The good thing that came out of that business was that Daddy and I found out that the girl I hated was the daughter of the man he used to hate and got rid of."

Slowly, the three men looked at the former maid of Fabroa mansion who followed Harriet in this place. Sorren tilted his head, Cassius frowned while Zion snorted a sardonic laugh. “They are my daughters,” Astell introduced. “My dear Nadia, and lovely Reese.”

By now, I was long used to her endless tricks. “Bianca, why are you even explaining yourself to her?” A pretty girl stepped out from behind her, her voice full of contempt. “She was just claiming she’s Don Vitale’s real daughter. How ridiculous. Don Vitale personally said that you’re the Vitale family’s only principessa.” “Exactly. A servant’s daughter, freeloading in the estate. Don Vitale was already merciful enough not to throw her into Lake Macondo.” “I heard she even stole your things. She’s got some nerve. Honestly, she should be punished by cleaning toilets.”

As soon as the door got opened a girl's perfectly pedicured leg appeared wearing a six inches tall high heel and when she herself came out of the veil of modesty each and every guard standing scattered in the garden guarding out the villa drooled seeing her hourglass like figure. She had long black straight hair, perfect figure, eye catching smile and most importantly the eyes that could spell any guy. She was Stella Miller, the daughter of the mafia king. "Stella, my princess!".... All the guards maintained their faces looking straight as their boss, Lucifer Miller, came out to personally welcome his daughter. "I missed you sweety. Come let's go in, I have got a lot to speak to you!" He spo

Stella was the exception, choosing to do both, & she admired that about her. "What are YOU doing here?" She heard from behind her. Internally she groaned, knowing who the snobby voice belonged to. Ofcourse Andy, or Andrea as her father called her, was in this building. Andy was Alpha Maxwell's daughter. She was a year older than her brother Dylan, & 3 years older than Maeva. She was the kid who caused the most problems for Maeva back at the pack, so naturally she would try to do so here as well.