Stephanie Land Daughter Novels & Stories

In no time at all, we arrive at the apartment that Brooke shares with her mother. She had tried to move out on her own a few years ago, but her father passed away and she didn’t want her mother to be alone, so she moved back in. I get out of the car scanning my surroundings, I’ve become accustomed to doing that since Markus has turned up on scene. Jacob sends me a smile as we both make our way towards the old metal steps.

Many thought that Stefan and Stephanie were brother and sister, or that they were related. On the contrary, they have different ethnicities and countries of origin. Stepehanie is from the Republic of Ireland and is a person who doesn't care about Alan. "Alan often boasts about the UK and underestimates my country," Stephanie frowns.

I said in a voice that doesn't convey that message and after a glare from Mom behind his back, I gave him my most charming smile and that seemed to be enough. "I'm sorry we didn't meet before this. I've had a lot to do and the time just wasn't enough. I hope we get along well" He said with what I came to realize was a genuine smile. He leaned closer to me and I instinctively moved back but he was close enough that only I could hear him when he said "I'm not and will never take the place of your father. I wouldn't dare to. I love your mother and I hope you allow me get to know you and love you as my own daughter even though I'm your stepfather like you said"

My breath catches painfully in my chest. “I was holding him,” Steph says, her voice tightening. “The second she asked, Cole shut it down. Hard. He sent me upstairs with the baby.” I stare at the wall, my pulse roaring in my ears. “She kept saying she was worried about you,” Steph continues. “That she loved you. That she wanted her daughter home safe.” I laugh softly, the sound brittle and hollow. “She never called me that before,” I say with fake amusement. Steph nods. “I know.” Something inside me twists in anger, fear, disbelief, tangling together into something sharp.

"You pedophile!" "She's an adult, she's almost twenty-four and I have never had anything to do with her while she was still nineteen." He defended. "I...this...began ...recently." Justin stuttered. His manly aura which I admired failed him. "You're fucking my daughter! You're fucking your step daughter!" My mother screamed. "I was suspecting your bond. Was that what the trip was all about? Was that why my worker never gave me any feedback about you two?"

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

You are major and . Me: I know but I am his daughter. She has to finance my studies. It's all this louis I know he's a liar. His app is anarch I know Yves: ok I'm going to do my research on him and I'll let you know afterwards Me: ok thank you Yves I don't know what to think about all this. My mother lets herself be manipulated by this imbecile I'll pass you the time until the evening I go out of my room, mr and madam are having dinner

Nor was I going to let my worries affect Becky. When I stepped off the elevator, the first thing I saw was Caroline in a heated conversation with a woman who looked so much like Jon that my eyes widened. Holy shit! Rip had been right. Caroline and Jon had a daughter together. How did Jon not know that this was his daughter? She was practically his twin! The only thing she got from Caroline was her lips. Everything else was Jon.

However, soon, Brian started to worry and sent me a message. [What do we have to do for you to show yourself? Summer really can't hold on any longer. If you return and donate your bone marrow to Summer, your mother and I will look the other way. We won't ever pick on you anymore. We'll clear things up. We'll also give you your job back. How about that?] Sarah wrote me a message with tears in her eyes. [Sienna, I was wrong. I'm sorry. Please come back, will you?]

Sophia sat comfortably on the sofa, scrolling through her phone as though they weren’t discussing another person’s future. Emma’s heart sank. “They… they asked for Sophia,” she whispered. “They never asked for me.” Vivian smirked. “They asked for a daughter of the Hayes family.” “You are legally one.” Emma shook her head repeatedly. “No… this is wrong.” Vivian’s patience snapped. “Wrong?” she barked. “Do you know what’s wrong? Raising an ungrateful girl for three years!” Emma’s eyes widened. “Raising me?” “Yes!” Vivian shouted. “Who fed you after your father died? Who gave you a roof over your head?”