Sylvester Stallone's Daughters Novels & Stories

"Are you blind? Heidi is the boss’s daughter! Where did this knockoff come from? Since when does she get to take my daughter's things?" The girl opened her eyes, stood up, and looked down at me like I was dirt. She grabbed a glass from the table and smashed it against my head, then spat at me. "Unbelievable," she snapped. "My mom is Stella, the CEO of Dixon Corporation, and my dad's one of the top executives. I'm their precious daughter. You call me a fake again, and I'll have my mom shut you up for good!" The room tilted. My legs almost gave out.

NAOMI ​ I walk down the hallway of Cedars-Sinai Hospital, and the air smells like disinfectant mixed with faint coffee. Nurses move quickly, their Crocs gliding against the polished floor. The Los Angeles rain has soaked me, leaving my sleeves and hair damp. I hold Sophie’s tiny hand tightly in mine, her warmth pressed against my palm. My six-year-old daughter blinks rapidly at everything: the bright signs, the glass doors, the polished nameplates on every office door.

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

It’s the first time anyone’s ever introduced her this way—his girlfriend and by her surname. “Many of you may not know this,” Noah continues, his voice smooth, confident, as though this revelation is the most natural thing in the world, “but Sienna is the daughter of Stark Davis, CEO of Paragon Group.” The silence in the room deepens, the weight of the announcement sinking in. Aurora’s face tightens, her smile faltering. Her children glance nervously between their mother and the others, and even Ackworth seems at a loss.

The slap blurred my vision for a moment. “I already know your name. I asked, "Who are you?!” Fear exploded through my body. I'm confused and don't know how to begin. She sighed. “Sloane, get the belt.” “Okay. Okay. I'll talk. Please.” I rushed. “Just don't hurt me again…. please.” She gestured to Sloane to sit back. “So, answer.” I sighed. My eyes turned to Sloane and Genevieve. “I'm a student ... .a scholarship student in St Jude's Academy.” I swallowed. “I'm the daughter of George Miller.”

‘I love you, too. “Now,” Dad sakes me out of thought when he holds his hand out to me. I look at Leander, who tips his head in encouragement. I turn back to my father and take his outstretched hand, making my way to the mic. He smiles and kisses my knuckles. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like you to meet your future Luna, my daughter, Stella! Sorry,” He chuckles. “I mean Sara.” Everyone is cheering and hollering all over again. I feel as though I’m going deaf from the noise.

She always find a way for me to meet those spoiled daughters of these rich community that we are in, in fact I really don't like them. Walking inside the hotel we enter the Function room which was having kind of birthday celebration. Upon entering the door we are greeted with the beautiful well dressed lady that has seems to be in the same age of my mom. " Oh here you are Stella will I guess this is your son? Hmm handsome huh.." said the lady with a a satisfying smile in her face. " Thank you Jane.. your very much correct, he is my son Josh Stanley...Josh this is my friend Jane smith." Stella said to his son. " Pleasure to meet you mrs. Smith " answered Josh without emotion in his face. Afte

"Are you insane, Keaton? Why would you pull a stunt like that? Do you have any idea what Sloane Everhart is capable of when her family's corporate alliance is threatened?" "Sloane wouldn't cross the line into actual violence," Keaton insists, though his own voice lacks conviction. "She knows the legal ramifications." Callan clears his throat, shaking his head with outright disbelief. "You are severely underestimating that girl. Who is this intern anyway? Maribel Westbrook?" "Yes. Maribel Westbrook. Theo Westbrook's daughter." Callan sets his glass down with a heavy thud, his expression hardening. "Theo's daughter... I assumed you would have aligned yourself with a high-tier heiress from the

I did the calculation once I saw them, and decided that my father must be going insane. It was the only explanation that made sense out of his action. "Alpha Xavier Valentino of BloodMoon pack," father introduced him as he walked into the throne room alongside his two daughters. They were lovely, no doubt, and that was it. "His lovely daughters Laurette and Laura, of royalty and poise." My father added, and I rolled my eyes. Since when did he become a praise singer? "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" Dylan whispered in my ears. It was hard to not laugh out loud or make a face. Both girls had their eyes fixed on us.

It certainly didn't help that the way they promoted their daughters was downright terrifying. They praised them to the heavens, some even attaching photos and basic profiles, claiming that they would immediately arrange a meeting between their daughters and Evan if he found them appealing. Evan was dumbfounded after hearing all of it. "All this… is just because of that?" "Just because of that." "But their daughters shouldn't even be on Sylvie's radar, right?" Evan said with an amused chuckle. Sylvie was stunningly beautiful and a young lady from Imperia. She should have outshone everyone else without effort.