The Daughter Book Novels & Stories

That way, Luna, you can try a little bit of everything and choose what you like… My father was looking at me intently, trying to understand what was going on. I sighed softly, looking at him, not knowing where to begin. Alexander squeezed my hand in his, a gesture of support. Alexander: Dada, your daughter, my Luna… she’s had so few choices in her life… for her… even things that might seem simple to us, like reading is simple, it’s impossible… She’s tasted so little in her life… everything is new to her.

“Yes. Achilles let's me use it to read. I love books.” She grins even harder. “My grand daughter, she's fourteen years old now, refuses to remove her nose from all those novels. Even when we're in danger of getting hit by a bus,” she laughs. It makes me feel warm and I smike. “She sounds wonderful. Books are amazing.” “Tell me about it. She's into fantasy. You don't want to know how many different dragons I have learnt about.” “Is she your daughter's child?” I ask. We go round the side of the house, with she leading the way. I know the library is close to the entrance so going to the lake would kill two birds for me.

I gritted out trying to reign my anger, making my father raise an eyebrow. "Go on?" He said. "He has abused his half daughter." I let out in a very angry tone. Clenching my fists to try and control my anger. "Half daughter?" He asked with furrowed brows. Right, I forgot that no one knew about that. "Yes, half daughter. Lady Nyx is his half daughter. And he has been whipping her. Her back is so scared from it. It is Horrendous.*" I let out more anger than I had intended. My father raised his eyebrows in understanding.

And he could see me, clearly. His lips curled up into a smile, before he repeated what he said. “Sorry, you are standing on my daughter’s bunny.” That phrase alone confused me. “Your daughter’s what?” He pointed down to my feet, beneath it was a perfectly pink plush bunny rabbit. I lifted my feet from it, bent down to pick it up, dusting off any mud. The initials A. P were etched into the side of it.

The pack knew my mother, Wynne Carter, a renowned pack healer, as the very definition of fairness. To avoid any accusation of favoritism, she once had me removed from the emergency ward while I was suffering from a severe allergic reaction, all because she couldn’t let her own daughter take medical resources away from other pack members. Even when I invited her to the academy’s open day, she turned me down because my instructor was pregnant. She reprimanded me sternly, “Get those funny ideas out of your head. My position is not a way for you to get special treatment from your instructors.” I had always believed my mother was merely strict. Then, the fire happened. My adopted sister,

Not the diagnosis, not the genetics, not the terminology people liked to use. Her daughter. Morning routines. Applesauce and medicine. The purple cup that no other cup could replace. The way Catherine sang while playing like she had her own little world. Then she wrote about the parts no one saw. The decisions. The pressure. The quiet ways companies positioned themselves as solutions before you even understood the problem. She paused. Stared at the screen. Then added one line: My daughter is not a case study. She is not a trial candidate. She is not a story for anyone else to tell.

“No one should treat my daughter like that.” The words are cold and sharp like a blizzard when they leave his lips and I can see a deadly and calculated aura in his eyes. Surprise shocks me into silence for a bit, and then a fact dawns on me, that this is who I am now. I am now Antonia Verentia Elcot, Daughter of Damien Elcot Grey. I am his pride and joy.

Right at that moment I hear my daughter, “Fuck me daddy!” What the Fuck?! Good thing I didn’t get that drink of water as I would have just sprayed it all over the wall as I worked to keep my cough quiet. I know I didn’t just hear that right? It must have been something else. I almost had myself convinced until I heard, “Harder daddy! Fuck me harder!!” Her fingers plunged into her wet slit, meeting the demand she just made. My cock is harder than it has been in years. I start stroking. Yes I know it is wrong but fuck! I see my daughter every day and I know she is technically a woman but I didn’t know what she looked like under her clothes. Kylie stood at 5’5”, like 125lbs, darker brown hair w

Hazel asked, sounding annoyed. “Well my daughter knows just where to go,” Caitlin retorted and she dipped her hand into her dress before pulling out a book. Hazel recognized it immediately. It was the book of prophecy. “Now I have decided that nothing in this book will decide what I need to do. My daughter’s fate will not be decided by a mere book. A sacrifice?” she said with a frown. “Like hell it is. I am sure you would also know how it feels if it were to be your daughter. Let this world come to an end if it must. Nothing can change that now,” she said and pushed the book into the shelf before pulling her daughter along with her and they exited the place into the night. Hazel stood there

I put it to my ear, and I stilled. “Dear ex daughter of mine, I have the betrayer in my grasp, finally. I never knew I had a whore for a daughter. You're just like me, sleeping with my business partner. I have him here. If you want to ever see him again, come to dearest daddy.”