The Daughter Novel Novels & Stories

" 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.

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

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now

The youth who used to be bright and clean had now become an unkempt and unshaven bandit. “David, where is my daughter? I beg you, let me see my daughter!” “Click!” David smiled darkly and loaded the gun. Then, he pressed it against Anya’s head. “When you die, I will let you see your daughter.” My face was pale, and my chest heaved violently, “Where is my daughter? Let me take a look at my daughter. I beg you! Don’t hurt her…” “Kneel and beg me!” When I heard this, I knelt without hesitation! “I beg you, let me see my daughter. She is your niece. Don’t hurt her, I beg you!”

Liam assured me. We both looked at each other and gave an assuring smile. And went inside. The restaurant has floors and the top floor was booked just for this meetup. We reached the top floor and as the elevator’s door opened, I saw two very familiar faces, it was the faces of the biggest monsters. Amber and Smith. The moment they saw Liam, they put on the sweetest smiles on their faces, no wonder why I fell right into their trap. We walk towards the table, and as I was walking, I revised all the things that Liam told me. I opened my hair bun and waved my head around like a goddess, and put on the most classic look, I was sure that Smith and Amber are looking at me, well that’s the whole pl

“Do you know why you are here today?” No one said anything and for a moment I thought they were going to carry on pretending we weren’t there until Daria spoke “Not a clue” she said in a tone dripping with fake innocence. “You are here because there is evidence you have been abusing your daughter. That you have accused her of false crimes, that you permitted for her to be tortured in an asylum and that you have been wilfully neglecting her and starving her for years” “Yes.” She sneered. Looking my father in the eye she carried on, “You seem to have some misguided notion that what has happened to Nova is wrong.”

“Your father seduced my daughter, Riela. He used her, manipulated her, for his rebellion!” Her eyes blazed, voice trembling now with restrained rage. “We barely kept her alive after what he did. He nearly killed her. And now… my daughter lives in a state worse than death. She’s lost her sanity.” She stepped closer, her presence suffocating. “So tell me, daughter of Cain, how exactly do you plan to make that right?” the Queen Mother questioned. Before Althea could respond, one of the Queen Mother’s attendants stepped forward and silently offered a small cup in front of her.

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.

The faces of the two ladies in Surrey flashed back in his mind. Their faces—her face. The face that he trusted the most, loved the most. She was wearing all black and even though Dorrien had seen her wear black many times, he couldn’t erase that memory of her wearing all black and hugging the lady in all red. What devastates him the most is the fact that she called that mysterious red woman her ‘daughter’… Daughter. She had a daughter. But to whom? When? How? She had only said that she had a stepdaughter. But a daughter coming from her own blood? That was mind-blowing and...mysterious.

A heavy, suffocating quiet descended over the entire dining room, so dense it felt like a physical weight pressing down on our chests. My father stared at me, his chest heaving under his tailored suit jacket, his dark eyes wide as the horrifying reality finally sank into his mind. The fragile, submissive, and broken daughter he had spent years conditioning, the girl he had systematically isolated, stripped of agency, and prepared to trade away to another family was completely gone. In her place stood a woman built of steel and fire, holding the high ground in his own home.