The Daughter He Never Knew Novels & Stories

Maybe talking to a stranger would help if only to get my thoughts in order. "I just found out I have a daughter I never knew about," I said, the words sounding surreal even as I spoke them. "She's six years old, and I had no idea she existed until today." The man let out a low whistle, his eyes widening in surprise. "That's a hell of a revelation. How did you find out?" "Her mother told me," I replied, taking another sip of my whiskey. "She kept it a secret all these years." He nodded slowly as if processing the gravity of my situation. "That's tough. So what are you going to do?"

I never had even a father's love. He's not tall and I don't bear any resemblance to him, but he has the same color of eyes as me. "You stayed away for twenty-one years..." I pause, expecting him to pick up from where I stopped. He looks away from me and sighs. "I never knew I had a daughter until last week, as I happened to run into Natalie and clearly remember she was the drunk sixteen-year-old who kept throwing herself over me at the club. I came to visit someone in the pack, so I was new. It was never my intention to hook up with Natalie, but she kept on insisting and making advances at me. I didn't even know her name then."

He furrowed his brow, “What is that?” I started, “You have always been like a second father to me. Would you please walk me down the aisle at our wedding this weekend?” Theodore gasped and tears came to his eyes, “Of course, my daughter. You’ve always been the daughter I never had. I would love to have that honor.” I walked around the table and hugged him tightly.

“Your father killed my daughter and caused a massacre.and my My little girl was killed aurora. And you expect me to believe you didn’t know?” “I swear,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. “I never met him. He left my mother before I was born. I didn’t know anything about him or what he did!” He crouched down, bringing his face close to hers. His eyes were cold, filled with hate that made her shiver. “You didn’t know?” he repeated mockingly. “How convenient. But ignorance doesn’t erase bloodlines. You are his daughter, and that makes you just as guilty. and yes his blood still runs in your veins and you act just like him”

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

says Her Majesty "My father was afraid that if people knew, then I would be taken away or used since I'm the only mortal child that Nyx has ever had, only my family and the man my uncle was trying to force me to marry knew that I was the daughter of Nyx, Your Majesty," she says

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

"As a mother, I can understand her fear." The room remained quiet. Yet even as I accepted the possibility, another thought lingered. Poor Jonathan. The man had spent decades believing he had lost the woman he loved. All while never knowing he had a daughter. A daughter who had grown up elsewhere without ever meeting or knowing him. A daughter he would have loved. I was strangely certain of that. Looking at him now, I couldn't imagine him abandoning us willingly.

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

“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.