The Daughter Novel Novels & Stories

The woman who’d replaced her wasn’t safe, but she was sure. Her fingers brushed her wrist. The pulse there had steadied into something new. Stronger. Tamer. Hers. She closed her eyes. The rain went on talking against the glass, an old language made of rhythm and patience. Outside, somewhere deep in the city, the streets steamed under the downpour, washing away the stains of someone else’s war. Somewhere, in a room she had not yet entered, men were whispering her name. Telling each other that the Don’s daughter had finally stepped into the weather—that she had become her father’s child in truth, maybe even something more.

I replied "My lady , you are DAISY PERENNIS ; daughter of duke BELLIS PERENNIS , the richest buisness man in this Kingdom. So , this is really not my world . I can't really believe it . If its a dream , I want to wake up . I pinched me ; it hurts. Wait , why does the name sounds familiar ? A sudden flash in her mind. DAISY PERENNIS , the heroine of flower garden a romance (19+) novel . "Why ?" "Why ?" "Why do I have to be in this novel out of all other novels".

The fake innocence in her voice made me want to put my fist through the wall. "Don't play games with me, Lena. Where is Nova?" She shrugged, examining her nails. "I don't know the whereabouts of your Nova. Last I heard, she dropped out. Shame, really. She had so much potential." The way she said it was so casual and unbothered, like she hadn't destroyed someone's entire life. That's when I knew. My daughter was involved. My daughter had done this. "What did you do?" My voice came out low and dangerous.

********************** 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

I cross my legs and spread my arms on the back of the sofa assuming a comfortable position. "Let me Jog your memory shall we?Where should I start? She's homeless you know why? because She got kicked out by YOU at a young age because you can't accept her uniqueness. She's small and emanciated from malnutrition but you know what? she's still the most loving and selfless woman you will meet-" "Stop! That dumb and stupid girl is not my daughter. I was surprise she was still alive! I thought she was already dead because with that kind of brain she will not survive at all. " David exclaimed.

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,

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.

" 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.

***** {{ Prologue }} Have you ever been haunted by someone? And I don't mean "haunted by the dead". What happened to me had nothing to do with ghosts or poltergeists. No, it was much worse. You see, I was haunted by a living person. She goes by many names. Olivia. Olive. Liv. Livvy. She was nineteen when the true torment began. The way she plagued me will become clear as you read the following passages. The girl I'm talking about is none other than my very own daughter.

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