The Daughter Book Novels & Stories

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

Just moments ago, they had been begging like desperate little sluts, pathetic with need. But the moment her daughter's future came up, Susan's attitude flipped completely. Guess it doesn't matter who you are—when it comes to their kids, every parent's the same. Even sluts. I was completely panicking now. But Susan stood her ground. Just as we hit a stalemate, Ariana spoke up. "Mr. Edison, it's not like you can't keep your daughter-in-law. It all depends on what you do next." She threw me a suggestive wink.

********************** New Story Title: A DAUGHTER'S DREAM Tonya and Dad get what they need with a little friendly help. Enjoy.. ************ *All characters are eighteen or above.* Tonya was sitting at the dining table with books and notebooks spread out in front of her, studying. She was in her second year at a local community college and was working on making good grades so she could transfer to a really good four-year college. Her last exams for the year were coming up the next day, and she was pouring over every subject, determined to do well so she could get into her first choice college. She had a pair of earbuds in, listening to music as she worked. She was wearing a cropped, spaghet

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

He wasn’t and will never be the father of my child. He can dream but the reality will slap him hard. I will not let him do this to me. I cannot let him ruin everything for me. Before, I know that being the president’s daughter comes with many disadvantages. I just didn’t realize that being dragged into his evil scheme is one of the things that I should deal with in my life. Truth to be told, I was the one who dragged Ares into this fire. I was playing fire with him and I thought we both burned by it. I was enjoying burning without realizing that he is trying to pull me closer into the fire because he, himself is the son of the fire.

The girl didn't move. Emily wrapped her arms around her. The First Daughter froze. Nobody had touched her in thousands of years. Then she began crying. Emily held her tighter. “You don't have to be alone anymore.” The girl whispered: “You don't understand.” “I understand enough.” “You are my missing piece.” “No.” Emily pulled back. “I am Emily.” The First Daughter stared at her. “And you're you.” The girl cried harder. Emily touched her face. “You don't have to become me.” The First Daughter whispered:

The year my younger brother, Leo Mercer, comes into the world, I instantly turn from the apple of Mom and Dad's eye into a ghost. I remember how Mom used to stay up all night out of guilt just because a mosquito bit me. However, later, when Leo knocks over a pot of boiling water and leaves my back covered in blisters, her only priority is telling him not to blame himself. When I was 17, a fire accidentally breaks out at home, and Mom and Dad immediately carry Leo out of the house. I'm left behind and nearly burn to death before Mom and Dad finally remember they have a daughter. Even though I'm ultimately saved, I end up with a four-inch scar across my abdomen. Mom and Dad hold my hand

Slap. Harder than the one I gave Ashley. Rachel hit the ground. The baby started screaming. I looked down at her, my voice colder than ice. "Get out." "Now. Right now." "If I see you again, you won't get a single cent." Rachel picked herself up, clutched the baby, and shot me a look of pure venom. "You're going to regret this." She left. With the child. And a check for fifty million. I stood in the empty chapel, staring at my father's portrait.

“How is that when I’m a girl?” Dell chuckles a little. “That was what me and your father also thought when you came out a girl. Your father is convinced that I hallucinated the whole thing.” Dell quiets down as he looks at his precious daughter. Still so awed by her and how she is so soft but has the core of steal inside of her. Out of both his daughters she is the one that is most like him. “You are special my daughter.” He says finally letting go of her hand to lift her chin up. “I never knew how special until this book came into my possession.” Dell lays his hand once again on the big leather book.

I shot back, upset that he was yelling at me in front of this man. “You know nothing!” Father replied almost immediately. He finally walked away from the window and went to his library of books. He didn't say anything for a while, he was searching for a book. I blinked, waiting for him to say something. Finally, he found what he was looking for because he pulled a big book out from the shelf and dropped it on the table. “Kyra Dew is the daughter of Dew Fredrick Gem.” He began. My gaze didn't leave him for a second. “So?” I asked.