The Book Woman's Daughter Novelas e Histórias

But she was still a woman who had one of my most trusted riders wrapped around her little finger. All of them were damn fools. Women were a distraction they didn’t need. Only useful for one thing. Or at least that was my thoughts. Every woman was nothing but a warm hole. The thought had barely left my mind when my daughter came tottering down the stairs in her too high heels. Instantly I regretted inviting her to come tonight. Every woman might be little more than a wet hole, every woman but Chelsea. She was my princess. The only person in my entire life who had never let me down and disappointed me. And I planned to keep her that way.

With a clenched jaw, she glanced sideways, her eyes narrowing as she shot a threatening look at her daughter. Jamie followed the gaze and froze for a moment. The girl was painfully thin, her hair dull and brittle from malnutrition. The woman gave her daughter a shove, causing the little girl to fall to the ground, rubbing her eyes and crying pitifully. The woman immediately turned the situation to her advantage. “Look at that! You scared my daughter into tears. You owe me compensation!” Jamie couldn’t believe her ears. Was this woman out of her mind? But the woman’s brazen tactics made it crystal clear that she was after money. Judging by how seamlessly the two worked together, this wasn’t t

It was dark and gloomy. She could hear the rumbling thunder outside. She could smell the damp air, could hear the constant dripping of water from the leaking roof into the room where they were trapped. Why? She didn’t know. How? She didn’t know that either. “‘Don’t hurt my daughter...don’t...please. I will...I will tell you...I….” the faceless woman pleaded as she tried to drag her blood-soaked body back until her back hit the wall. She was cradled in her arms, unable to see who it was that addressed her as their daughter. Was she her biological mother? Possibly. She peeked a look at the man who stood not too far away from them. Was it a man? Or a dog? What species was it? It was growling...

The crowd of villagers parted and the man who was an Alpha glared at me, his lip curling up in hostility. “And who the fuck are you to tell an Alpha what to do, little wolf?” he growled. “I’m the Delta’s Daughter and I’m telling you now, unhand these villagers or this man will unleash my beast,” I said, pointing at Rhett who was gathering himself off the ground. That was always my answer when I was asked who I was. Not Alpha, not Queen, but the Delta’s Daughter. That was the name I had become known as throughout the werewolf kingdom and beyond: The Delta’s Daughter, a title that was fast becoming a legend.

Perhaps this will give me understanding. I order two waffle sandwiches with pieces of omelet rounds and bacon slices, remembering how Evers enjoyed the maple bacon donut that the wolf male had gifted me. The little woman presses the silver square on the screen twice, it says "WFB" and I make a mental note. I sit next to the door as I wait on the pink haired beauty to arrive. I observe the people who enter and those I can see from the window. I pretend not to see Evers as I 'read' the book while she makes her way towards me. "Aislaine! So sorry, I'm running behind. I overslept. Well, I always oversleep. You look nice this morning! I love the top." She sits down across from me and I open the b

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I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

Eric's hand never left mine, pale from the force of his grip, anchoring me against the waves of agony. I screamed, cried, pleading in broken Italian and English for it to end. Then, as if time itself paused, all noise fell away. A clear, vibrant cry cut through the tension like a dawn trumpet. Our daughter. A new chapter we had created together. They laid her tiny, still-bloody body on my chest — red, wrinkled, trembling from leaving the warmth of the womb, wisps of hair soaked with my tears and sweat. I reached out. Her tiny fingers curled instinctively around mine — the first stubborn grip of life itself.

, i turned to see another man, he was more calm than the one that was busy shouting, I faced him and asked; "please where's my daughter?" "I already told you she's safe didn't I?" I didn't say anything else and scanned the room, I was in a dark empty room, sitting on the cold floor with tight ropes on my hands and legs. "I think we've been kidnapped, I thought, hoping my daughter was alright". I turned my head to face the calm man and asked, "please what do you want, I will give you anything you want, just let I and my daughter go". He chuckled and said "all I want is for you to tell me where your husband is"