The Daughter Novel Novels & Stories

She asked. My blood boiled at Wave....at what he made my daughter wear. Standing at the door, my daughter, Zinnia Astra Malcolm, three years old, was wearing my agent clothes with heels and makeup. "What are these heels mommy? does it shoots laser beams?" She asked. Well... "What are these earrings? Wow so cool. Does it have a secret weapon?" "Who told you that, baby?" I asked. "Dad said you have a cool friend. Her name is Agent Nova. This is her things right?"

“How could you do this to your daughter? You’re an evil woman!” Before I could explain, a mob of angry parents pushed me to the road and had me killed in a car accident. The last thing I saw before I died was Cecelia’s wicked gaze. It was not the kind of gaze belonging to a five-year-old girl. I felt so pathetic for not knowing why my biological daughter hated me so much, even in death. I had always hugged her when I slept, and she would hold my arm and kiss my cheek. “Mom, I love you the most.”

"I must be since we have a servant saying I gave the vibes of someone who would kill birds to get even. That does sound like me. I must be a whore too because I am pregnant. I just have been railed by every man I came across. There we have it, father, the Alpha's daughter is a traitor to the pack and a whore. What happens now?" The words tasted sour on my tongue. My father looked at me with horror in his eyes but he did not back down. He turned to the rest of the council and spoke. "There you have it, my daughter confesses to killing the birds and being a whore. I do not think we need to wait to serve her verdict. I do hope the council will tender justice with mercy and do well to remember t

Henry's footsteps echo through the opulent mansion as he makes his way towards the servant quarter where his daughter, Nora, resides. After his conversation with David Nashville, Henry is overwhelmed with shock and confusion regarding the offer that has been presented to him. The prospect of his daughter marrying the wealthy Nashville family's son weighs heavily on his heart and mind. As he enters Nora's modest living quarters, Henry finds her sitting by a small table, engrossed in a book. She looks up, noticing the distress etched on her father's face. Concern fills her eyes as she rises to greet him.

Her dad said, leading the way back to the living room. "No dad. Actually,I want to take my place as our family heiress. I want my identity revealed,I don't want to live in the shadows anymore,I want to be known as the only daughter of President Zander ; Lydia Zander !" President Zander paused, hearing that from his daughter, he turned back to look at her . Surely this woman standing before him isn't his daughter,the shy Lydia who didn't care about the family politics. He is seeing a brave and fearless woman who wants to lead, a woman filled with rage, a woman filled with passion to get what she wants.

"Nelly, by the time you see this I'll be long gone. I'm sorry for doing this to you but I couldn't give my son to that monster. You've heard the rumors about him and what he's capable of. I can't let my little boy grow up to be like him. So when he came for his child, I gave him your daughter. He didn't know the gender of the baby I was carrying. As a girl, your daughter will live like a princess. Fathers love their daughters and protect them. You have nothing to worry about now. I hope you'll forgive me for doing this to you. One day I'll repay you for this but until then, don't hate me too much. Fab." The piece of paper floats away from my hands, down to the floor as I start shaking. From

Eric's hand never left mine, pale from the force of his grip, anchoring me against the waves of agony. I screamed, cried, pleading in broken Italian and English for it to end. Then, as if time itself paused, all noise fell away. A clear, vibrant cry cut through the tension like a dawn trumpet. Our daughter. A new chapter we had created together. They laid her tiny, still-bloody body on my chest — red, wrinkled, trembling from leaving the warmth of the womb, wisps of hair soaked with my tears and sweat. I reached out. Her tiny fingers curled instinctively around mine — the first stubborn grip of life itself.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

Only then did Kelvin notice Jillian. There was a nerve pulsing on her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her entire body was trembling violently like a leaf being buffeted by the wind. "Who is that woman, Daddy? Why are you holding her hand? Tell me that she's just your friend. Hurry and tell me that she's not my new mother. I don't have a mother anymore since Sienna left. It's only supposed to be you and me from now on…" No matter how fiercely Jillian tried to deny the truth, Kelvin's mistress, Maisie Ferrera, continued to cling to his arm affectionately. "Is this your daughter, honey?" she asked coquettishly. "She's so pretty. She looks just like you."

That way, Luna, you can try a little bit of everything and choose what you like… My father was looking at me intently, trying to understand what was going on. I sighed softly, looking at him, not knowing where to begin. Alexander squeezed my hand in his, a gesture of support. Alexander: Dada, your daughter, my Luna… she’s had so few choices in her life… for her… even things that might seem simple to us, like reading is simple, it’s impossible… She’s tasted so little in her life… everything is new to her.