The Book Woman's Daughter Novels & Stories

It was actually a man and a woman. When we got closer to the woman, she spook out, Woman::Hello, you must be Laura George I supposed? Luara:: yes madam. Please what can I do for you? Woman:: please my daughter, I am Queen's mother, the lady your father locked up because she sent some bad boys to beat you up. Please my daughter, I am begging you in the name of God, plead with your father so that my daughter can be released. My daughter has been there for days already.

A woman with barely nothing covering her body, walked in magnificently, swaying her full hips. "Sedunasti." Dad spits, standing alert. I look from the two of them confusingly. She wasn't alone. We were being surrounded by past fifty men, in red strange clothings. "Mr. Christian Crofus, today I come in peace... I just want my daughter back." The woman utters, looking at her nails like it was the prettiest thing in the world. My dad scoffs "Like that will ever happen!" My mother? ...I must say that she is the most beautiful enchanting creature, I have ever seen.

"She said it was a shadow walking through the fields. My daughter isn't a farmer or anything of the sort, but she has a small field surrounding her porch and her backyard. The night of the incident, my daughter had just returned from hanging out with friends when one of them pointed at something." Daciana and Kellen nodded to signify that they were listening. But the more the woman spoke, the more uneasy Daciana grew in her stomach. Something was eerily wrong with this woman's story and she wasn't even done with telling it. "Anyway, my daughter thought the 'something' in question was me since it had the shape of a woman." The woman admitted, causing Daciana's eyes to widen. And THERE it is.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

Vashti flashed Anna a warning stare just before distracting Esther by changing the conversation. “Take this back to Shushan,” Vashti handed the book to Esther. “It documents everything I told you earlier, including my escape, the deception about my pregnancy, and everything you need to convince your people to accept Adara as their queen. I titled the book Vashti’s Daughter, because it’s as much your story, Adara, as it is mine.” When Anna heard the title, she was stunned. “May I see it, please?” Esther handed the book to Anna. It was heavier than she thought it would be when Vashti first showed to her at the cabin. The book cover was made of thick leather with parchment pages tightly bound t

"Weren't you the ones who killed her? "Why are you acting innocent? "You always knew I hated Estelle. You knew I went after her on purpose. You just pretended not to see it." A smile stayed on her lips, but her eyes were vicious. "From the day your real daughter came back, I treated her like a dog. "And you knew. "I drugged her water, fed her almonds even though she was allergic, and even used her blood as paint. "Mom, you used to say those paintings were beautiful. Remember?"

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

Isabella, on the other hand, seemed unbothered. "Me? A mistress? No, of course not," she replied lightly while giving her husband a sharp look. Elena was aware of that, but chose to remain unfazed. "I did, however, speak with a few mistresses. I listened to their stories without prejudice and, surprisingly, I learned a lot about them. So, one day, I decided to write a book about them." "Wow, that's truly interesting." She nodded as she sipped her wine. "Would you say that what they're doing is, to some extent, right?"

I murmured and walked back to the bar, where Griff and Luna were deep in conversation. The green-skinned woman bowed her head, her shoulders trembling. As I approached them, I filtered out the music, the diners’ chatter, and the snap and crackle of the fire pits in order to eavesdrop. “Ever since I had Juniper, my life has gone to shit,” she sobbed. Griff cleared his throat, his features twisting into a grimace. “Your daughter seems like a very nice girl.” “As soon as men discover I have a daughter, they don’t want me.” Her voice rose several octaves.

The dew on its leaves shone under the sun's rays bringing the land under the captivity of twinkling like several brittle broken pieces of mirror scattered as she surpassed them. The horse almost rams into a rambler who strolled by the path. The woman waves back to Christine running after the horse. “Maybe it’s a rescue or a resuscitation she needs.” Christine said to herself . as if the hoarse heard the statement it halted, Christine’s eyes on her right shoulder. The woman's visage sympathized with her as she snares the point the horse stood feeling tired. The woman extends her hand of kindness to her. “ My dau… daughter, wrap your t… temple” The woman said vehemently regaining her normal br