The Addams Family Daughter Novels & Stories

dad said. "Yes, tell him sir,". Trisha said, as she made Adam face her, " don't you recognize me,?".. she moved a step back, allowing Adam to carefully look at her, from her her to her shoes... Adam goes quiet, slowly I could see his hand removing away from Lucas neck, he moved forward to her, " who're you little child,?". He find dad , " do you know her,?" Dad took a closer look, his eyess falls as if he wanted to nap , but suddenly it opened back up again, " you're Faith's daughter,?". Dad feet's falls Behind..

Agatha insisted. “I just want something simple. Not too complicated. Elegant and…” I was searching for a delicate way to tone down Agatha’s enthusiasm. “Oh you will be ELEGANT! Ravishing! Demure! You will be the talk of the moon ceremony. Nothing but the best for the Alpha’s daughter!” Agatha jubilantly decreed. Agatha has been at this estate as long as I remember. She served my father’s household before Osiris. She became a mother figure to me when he passed away.

She is talking to someone, maybe over the phone. “No, Sweetie! They are out, well. The boys are here somewhere, unless they are still with Adam at the training center and just left Ryder’s truck. I’ll be there soon and then tomorrow we can meet up again, they all have training most of the morning,” Mom’s voice says to someone I can’t hear, on the other line. Suddenly, my blood runs cold. Something seems wrong. “Adam’s daughter is going out tonight. Something about dinner with the Alpha Heir, maybe a date,” her voice says clearly.

“Me too. How can a young girl be living in a house that is unkept. Just look at the roof. I really imagine how they will survive during the heavy rainstorm” “Mom we really need to help her out,don’t you think?” “Yes. We will visit her first thing tomorrow before she goes to school” _________Madison_____________ The city girl, one of the best fashionista in the whole Chicago. She is spoilt brat and commands everyone as if there were her slaves. Her dad is too gullible and can’t stand on his words. He is a chicken and can easily be tricked. Her mother on the other hand is a tiger. She commands everyone by her fingertips. She is feared by all and can do anything as she pleases. With the mention

“I’m a terrible parent!” “It’s not your fault, Mr. Sleeves.” Adam reached for the tissue on the table, wiped his tears, then stared back at the almost worn-out portable diary on the table. It belonged to his daughter. Adam had gone through what was written on the first page. Basically, it was their daughter expressing her hatred for her birth parents for abandoning her in this cruel world, with people who have done nothing but maltreated her. “Miss Katherine was right. Her baby girl didn’t die. Apparently, they all acted on her father’s instruction.”

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

She pushed the thought aside, determined not to let paranoia ruin her peace. * Adrian’s daughter, a bubbly 2 year-old with dark curls, ran to him as he walked through the door of their sprawling home in the United States. “Daddy!” she squealed, wrapping her arms around his legs. Adrian smiled despite his exhaustion, crouching down to hug her. “Hey, princess. Did you miss me?” She nodded enthusiastically. “Mommy said you were working far away.” Before Adrian could respond, Vanessa appeared in the doorway, her arms crossed and her expression cold. “Go to your room, sweetheart. Daddy and I need to talk.”

Adaline walks out with a big smile, and God, I love this woman, she's wearing one of my old shirt, with the skirt she wore to work. I hand Noah to Rick, who takes him eagerly, and draw Addie to me, burying my face in her hair, I will love this woman till I die, but right now I am angry at her. "Get a room." I hear, and pull away to see my daughter, giving us a look with her ballet shoes in her hands. I walk to her, and say "Hey baby girl." "Daddy." She smiles at me, I have my girls, what more could I ask for.

Gamma Venice shrugs, “It could be a family tree disease.” My fingers twitch and I suck in a deep breath, remembering I can't kill a member of the pack council. “Your daughter is a drug addict,” Gamma Hartley snaps. “She whores herself out for two grams of morphine, and you want to talk about mine?” “Gamma Hartley,” Elder Campbell clears his throat.