The Daughter Book Novels & Stories

She loves Devyn so much, it will hurt her a bit but she will still choose what makes Devyn happy. I pinch her cheeks once again. "That's right, baby. It's your life so you will make your own choice. We will interfere when your choices are bad, okay?" I said so she nodded. "Besides, Dada," she said so I stopped drinking coffee. "You can make another Baby! It says in this book that an animal can have many children! Like dogs, sometimes they have five, four or three children!" My Daughter even turned me into an animal. I bite my lip and stop laughing. One or maybe another one is right so that Devyn has a companion to grow old with. Two kids will be good?

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

"That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this." ... The ballroom was warm and loud when I pushed through the heavy doors. Chandeliers blazed overhead. Father's cigar smoke curled toward the ceiling. They were celebrating—Bianca's confirmation as Blackwell heir, her takeover of the East Coast operations starting Monday. My arrival dropped the temperature in the room. Mother stood at the head table, champagne flute in hand. Her smile cracked when she saw me. "Gemma?" She set down the glass. Her hand landed on my drenched shoulder, light as dusting off a coat. "You're soaking. Why didn't you call ahead?"

She let go of him. "Mommy! Mommy!" Her daughter comes dangling towards her with speed, while clutching a book. "Darling." She couldn't afford to tell her own daughter why she was crying, so she just smiled weakly, and stroked her daughter's hair. "What are you doing?" "Was getting myself busy." Zoey wanted to chortle at her daughter, who would have thought that her own daughter would have ended up this smart? Her daughter, Zara winged the large book into her face. "It's a good book!"

Daniel walked ahead two steps before noticing and coming back. I looked at my daughter. At her face. At the question in it that was both simple and enormous. "Where did that come from?" I asked. "I've been thinking about it since I read your book." "You read my book?" "I found it on the shelf. I've been reading it for two months. I didn't finish it yet but I understand about the name." I looked at her. This person who'd arrived six weeks early and had heart surgery at one day old and had been fighting her way through the world with complete determination ever since.

The image of Donga rose in my mind like smoke. Tall, cruel, eyes like knives. The man who ripped the innocence from my childhood, who used me like a tool to cement his empire of fear. He never saw me as his daughter. Only property. Only leverage. And now he was the target. The only problem I had noticed with Lorenzo was that he was too straightforward and too headstrong while the man that should be my father was a sly snake. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, as if I could block out the storm in my mind. What if Donga played on that? What if he twisted it, the way he twists everything?

She was still his daughter after all, regardless of blood relations. … Nova “Your daughter is a werewolf! How could you enroll her in a human school?!” I froze, nearly dropping the grocery bag in my hand as I entered the kindergarten. I had just come to pick up Lila, and was already being assaulted by the red-faced teacher in the lobby. “What are you talking about?” I asked, pushing past the woman. “Where is my daughter?” The teacher huffed and gestured down the hall, where Lila’s classroom was. I hurried in that direction, and when I entered the small, colorful room, I found Lila sitting morosely in the corner.

Dressed in violet silk, her hair a crown of black curls, her eyes sharper than glass. She spotted Nova instantly. Her smile was cruel. “You’re early,” she said as Nova approached. “I’m always early for endings,” Nova replied. Irena’s gaze flicked to Liam. “You brought your pet.” “And you brought your snake,” Nova said, nodding to the girl beside Irena. Yelena. The secret daughter. She was breathtaking, sharp angles, cold beauty, eyes like icebergs. “Nova,” Irena said, voice honeyed. “Meet my daughter.”

TINA POV I turn on the shower, wait for it to warm and motion for her to enter, “He’s your brother, he looks like the Alpha… is he his son?? Does that mean you are?..” I sigh, “Yes he is the Alpha’s son and I am his daughter..” She tenses

Seraphina didn’t move. The black book remained open in her hands. The sentence on the first page slowly faded. Then another appeared. “Before there was a mother, there was a daughter.” Sophia stared at the words. “Seraphina…” Her daughter looked up. Her golden eyes were no longer those of a child. For one terrifying moment, Sophia saw something ancient inside them. Something older than the universe. “Mummy…” “Yes?” Seraphina’s voice trembled.