روايات وقصص ضمن The Best Daughter In The World

“You did not come here for cash and most certainly, you will not ruin your shoes in the woods.” Hesther smiled and pouted at her shoes. “You know me too well, Daddy.” “But were you really in the woods?” I probed. “Not me. One of my minions, this louboutins are not for the woods, you know.” My daughter has a huge following in Alabama. She is a celebrity in er own right. Being the only daughter and her good looks gave her access to famedom amd she is not afraid to use it. Yet, this kid wonders why, I prefer Zayn over her. Teens are hard to decipher. I wish their mother was still here to share the burden of parenthood.

I say firmly and she laughs at me. That night I hold my wife in my arms, grateful for another chance. With all her madness, this woman, my once solemn enemy, rules my world and I would not have it any other way. A few months later, the whole world is puzzled when anonymous donations to charities around is reported. That is a mystery a few of us will take to our graves. I seat on the beach sand watching Nick fly a kite with Lucas before the cutest girl in the world crawls onto my lap. I plant a kiss on her adorable dirty cheeks. I am convinced that my daughter is the cutest girl in the whole world.

And that was the best part about it, doing what he least expected. “To fucking think that a man would know his daughter enough to know that she is to going to be siding with the fucking enemy. But no, my daughter is choosing to play dirty, and the woman is even planning on having children with the man, claiming that they would respect them. Who the fucking hell respects a woman over her brother? What world do they live in?” He asked, and I shook my head. It was his fault for allowing her to be in such an environment.

"We're sorry your daughter has been expelled, but you need to reflect on yourself for faking injuries and threatening the school. Now you've even lost your job… People like you who break the rules will be outcasts everywhere." Ms. Watson snorted, stepped forward, and leaned down, towering over my daughter. My daughter flinched, burying herself in my arms. "Bad upbringing leads to bad kids!" Ms. Watson whispered into my daughter's ear, her voice soft yet filled with malice. "Of course a morally corrupt mother wouldn't raise a good kid. You little liar." "Shut your mouth!" My face went red, and my fingers gripped the doorframe so tightly they hurt.

I couldn't do this anymore. I was just nineteen and I was worrying so much like I was older. I was just nineteen and I had a daughter, a daughter who at first I didn't know about. Who had wheeled her way into my heart and dispersed the loneliness and darkness brewing there. A daughter who had looked up to me like she was the best person in the world. An innocent little girl that was mine but was now taken by my worst enemy. Someone who wanted to use me for his selfish reasons, who wanted to punish me in every way imaginable, someone with no heart and a cold blooded killer.

“It is from this body you were given life.” I am not sure how she wants me to respond. She’s not my mother. I am forbidden to call her that. I was once her daughter, but not now. Not anymore. “Hate me if you will.” She says with an indifferent tone. “One day soon you will realize the harsh realities of life.” “I am familiar with them already, your grace.” I answer flatly. “You only understand the world as you know it. From fairytales and naive observations.” She retorts.

She didn’t want to meet me, but I begged the prison guard for the last visit. “Forget about me, Carys. Take good care of yourself. Don’t end up like me. I’ve made too many mistakes.” Her voice was gruff, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The weight in my chest held me back from saying anything. “You’ll always be my mother,” I said shakily. Mom burst out crying, releasing her innermost emotions. “Be a better person in your next life, Mom. Don’t make the same mistakes again.” She nodded and silently mouthed the words, “I love you”.

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

“Who gave you the authority to select a woman for me?” “You don’t have a choice.” His voice stays calm, almost amused. “Camila Xial is the most beautiful of the Hades daughters. Her family controls more than half the world.” “I don’t care.” “You should,” he says coldly. “She is untouched. A virgin. And she has agreed to become your bride. I bet she won’t leave you the way Sasha did.” My jaw tightens. “Dad, I don’t care who she is,” I say through gritted teeth. “I will not accept her.”

She was beautiful, fucking hypnotic, with curves that begged to be caressed under my fingertips. “Thank you” she responds offering my daughter a faint smile, “You're really pretty too” Kira smiles, “I know. Daddy says I'm the prettiest girl in the universe” I can't help but chuckle at my daughter's words. Whether I told her she was beautiful or not my little girl would undeniably strut the runway in a tiara that said "queen of the world." Pride was something that ran in my family and it sure as hell didn't skip my daughter.