The Daughter He Never Knew Novels & Stories

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

O ang best friend kong mas interesado sa bank account ng asawa ko kaysa sa marriage mystery. "Girl," sabi niya habang nakanganga pa rin sa laptop. "Kung ako ikaw, hindi muna ako magpapanic." Tinignan ko siya nang masama. "Talaga?" "Oo." "May asawa akong hindi ko kilala." "Pero may private island siya." Tinampal ko ang braso niya. Napatawa siya nang malakas. Pero mabilis ding nawala ang ngiti niya nang mapansin ang mukha ko.

"I have a daughter. From before. From my old life." The words hung in the air. I stared at him. "What do you mean you have a daughter?" "I was young. I made a mistake. I did not know she existed until now. Her mother just reached out." I pulled my hands away. "You have a daughter. A child you never told me about." "I did not know. I swear I did not know. Her mother hid it from me. She only told me now because she needs help." I felt the anger rise. "Help? She needs help? So you are going to run off and save the day?"

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

Claire retreated to the kitchen when the room finally emptied and did the only thing she could do— make coffee. "How are you holding up?" John settled into the chair beside Mark, who hadn't moved much since he arrived. "Alive.” Mark said. “I know, but really, how are you?” Mark exhaled before responding. “I have a daughter I never knew anything about. And she might from everything I've seen of her, be someone I wouldn't have chosen to know. But she's still my daughter. I want to know her. I want to try to make up for the years, even if they weren't years I knew I was missing." He rubbed a hand across his jaw. "And simultaneously, the person who matters most to me in the world won't look at m

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

On the day of the college entrance exam, just as I was writing my name on the answer sheet, my progressive amnesia struck again. When the scores came out, my younger sister had earned 680 points. I had earned eight. Mom was so furious she slapped me hard across the face. "Even if you'd guessed with your eyes closed, you would've scored higher than eight! "I think you did this on purpose!" I covered my swollen cheek and hid in my room. The moment I shut the door, the eraser inside my head moved. A second later, I turned around and walked back out. Mom was sitting on the couch, trembling with anger. I asked softly, "Mom, why are you so upset? Did someone make you mad?" I reached out t

Damian asked quietly, "if she's never even met you?" Elena thought of her father, dying in a hospice bed weeks ago, apologizing imperfectly for twenty years of absence, never once mentioning a second daughter he'd apparently kept hidden and unacknowledged her entire life. She thought about what it might mean to grow up as the secret, the shameful proof of a man's failure, watching from a distance while another daughter got the name, the last name, the legitimate place in a family that had never once made room for you.

I am trying to understand why a father wouldn’t tell his daughter the truth about her mother and baby brother. Azura is pacing the back of my head, trying to keep her anger in check, and I finally allow myself to look at Andreca. She is curled up on Riog’s lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He keeps whispering that he is here for her, that she will be fine, even if it takes time. “Did my father know what happened?” Andreca asks softly, and I almost missed the question. “Yes, he knew. After reconstructing the events, I have come to the conclusion that you were in school when he was informed.” Mr. Wisebinder answers her.

My younger sister had fallen in love. The moment my family found out, they completely lost it. My older brother, Scott Welbeck, cracked his knuckles. "What's his name? Who's the bastard who dared to go after my little sister?" Mom looked just as disapproving. "Riley, you're still young. You don't know how cruel the world can be. Sweetheart, just dump him. There'll be someone better." Dad slammed his palm down on the coffee table. "Break up with him! It's an order!" But the moment they noticed Riley Wellbeck looking upset, their tune changed immediately. "Don't cry. How about this? Bring him home over Labor Day so we can meet him. Would that make you happy?" When it came to me, though,