The Daughter She Chose Novels & Stories

And Elias had been the first person she loved enough to release. That choice had created possibility. Then Auren had emerged as thought. Kael as will. Emily as refusal. Aria as choice. Everything had grown from one little girl's decision to let go. The First Daughter looked at Emily. “You are the part of me that refused to surrender.” Emily's eyes filled with tears. “And you are the part of me that couldn't let go.” The girl smiled. “Yes.” Emily stepped toward her. “What happens now?” The First Daughter looked toward the grave.

But there was another choice. One it had never considered. Ava stood. “I choose all of them.” The Serpent screamed. ERROR. Ava raised her voice. “I choose Daniel.” Daniel stared at her. “I choose Ethan.” Ethan's eyes filled with tears. “I choose Noah.” Noah lowered his head. “I choose Elena.” Elena covered her mouth. “I choose my father.” Her father began crying. “And I choose my mother.” Amara sobbed. Ava turned toward the seventeen children. “And I choose them.”

Three days until the Whitfield Scholarship exam. Out of nowhere, a neighbor from our old street called to ask how much the villa had sold for. "The way that mother and son throw money around, it must have gone for a fortune." I had no idea what she was talking about. The villa was the wedding gift my mother gave me. I would never have sold it. Three years ago, my son had just won a place at the best public high school in the city. My husband said Noah was coddled and had no idea how ordinary people lived. To break him of it, we moved out of the villa and into a cramped, aging walk-up. Three years of high school. I lived that lean life beside him, buying marked-down produce. Noah tr

Before I could finish, Thorold's face twisted and he lunged to stop me. But months of hard labor had drained his strength—I?easily stepped aside. I said calmly and clearly, "If you had the nerve to do it, why fear anyone finding out? Melissa and I were never switched. She's your daughter with Greta. Seraphina, you've doted on your husband's bastard for seventeen years. Imagine how Thorold and Greta must have laughed behind your back." Seraphina?trembled?all over and turned to stare at Thorold in disbelief.

The pack knew my mother, Wynne Carter, a renowned pack healer, as the very definition of fairness. To avoid any accusation of favoritism, she once had me removed from the emergency ward while I was suffering from a severe allergic reaction, all because she couldn’t let her own daughter take medical resources away from other pack members. Even when I invited her to the academy’s open day, she turned me down because my instructor was pregnant. She reprimanded me sternly, “Get those funny ideas out of your head. My position is not a way for you to get special treatment from your instructors.” I had always believed my mother was merely strict. Then, the fire happened. My adopted sister,

Marcus, you have changed completely just because of that lady and her so-called child. “Don't you dare Elena, He yelled at me back which stopped me from taking.” You can't just shut me up, Marcus. I have to speak for the sake of my daughter this time. The money that could save Lily. You're using it to save her child instead." "That's not" He began, then stopped, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up for the first time that night. "It's complicated." "Complicated," I repeated, tasting the word like poison. "There's nothing complicated about it, Marcus. You're choosing her child over ours. You're choosing her over us."

ELARA My father's voice came first this time, before the memory even fully solidified around me. He was talking to men I couldn't see yet. “ She will choose the vampires. ” He said. “ I know my own daughter. If the Goddess herself said she would be forced to choose, do you truly believe a child raised by that woman will choose loyalty to wolves? ” The memory sharpened slowly, the way a picture comes into focus when you stop straining to see it. I found myself standing outside an open window, watching the scene unfolding inside. Several men were gathered near a round table

Our daughter stepped forward. Her golden eyes glowed. I'm not afraid. I knelt before her. You don't have to fight. But I want to help. I touched her face. You are a child. She smiled. So were you once. I froze. She had remembered. Cassian knelt beside me. She's right. I looked at him. You want to let her fight? No. I want to let her choose. I looked at our daughter. What do you choose? She looked toward the sky.

I'd been married to Calvin Lennox for five years, but he'd never let go of his ex-wife, Ella Vance. When I passed out with a 104-degree fever, he kissed my forehead and said he had to work late at the office. Then he went straight to Ella's apartment. When our daughter, Lilith Lennox, asked him to stay and help her blow out her birthday candles, he apologized again and rushed off to Ella's son's birthday party. Then came the day Ella's son, Felix Vance, pushed my daughter down the stairs. My daughter lay in the emergency room, covered in blood. Calvin rushed in and went straight to Ella and her son, who didn't have a scratch on them. "Are you two all right?" he asked anxiously. When I told h

“She is failing almost every class, and the ones she is good at are the least important ones.” “I understand this is serious, but we need to find out where Riog is,” Aler responds. “Can you imagine what might happen if he starts looking for her?” The question surprises Calyree, but then again it doesn’t. Charleza’s name wasn’t her choice, and neither was keeping her within the territory, but crossing Rozena Ironshield would have been worse. “Your mother knew what she was doing back then. She forced us to recognize Charleza as our daughter, but we had no say in anything else. If she hadn’t threatened to disown you, that girl would have never left a trace within this territory.” Calyree respon