The Daughter She Chose Novels & Stories

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,

"You can't make me choose like that." "Dad, I'm your daughter... I'm your flesh and blood... Choosing me over her shouldn't be that hard. It’s like you’re pushing me out of sanity, and I’m this close to losing it.” She said as she gestured to it using her fingers. “One more push, I swear to god I’ll destroy everything even if it includes you with it.”

Fernando quizzed sternly, grabbing the antidote tightly. “No!” I exclaimed with tears in my eyes, “Don't break it—” “Then make your choice! Who will it be?” he yelled, furrowing his brows, “Make your choice now! Miguel or his spawn!” “My daughter!” I yelled, breaking into sobs, “I choose my little girl!” I cried out in a shaky voice. The world stopped and I fell the walls of the room begin to close in on me. It was an ordinary game of choice but it felt like I had given out the order to execute him and God— it hurt so much.

He said to her. Her abdominal muscles tensed up from the stress. She became hesitant as the sensation of his finger on her chin resembled the burning of a branding iron. David had previously explained to her that one must occasionally pick the option that is the "lesser of two evils," and after thinking about it, she realized that he was absolutely right. Which was more terrible? A daughter who chose not to marry a man she did not love, so sending her father to prison for his actions? Or a daughter marrying a man she did not love in order to rescue her father and also to have a child to love once the marriage has taken place? Although neither option was particularly commendable, the second o

"You play with forces you don't understand." I tried to speak, but no sound came. "The curse must be balanced," she continued. "A life for a life. Mother or daughter." Her silver eyes bore into me. "Choose." The vision slammed me back into reality. I staggered, feeling blood trickle from my nose. "Stella?" Silas reached for me, concern overriding everything else. But all I could hear were the Goddess's words, echoing in my head: Mother or daughter. Choose. The choice was clear. It had always been clear. The only question was, which daughter did she mean?

What if this was a mistake? Halfway up, the wind changed. A voice echoed through the chamber. It was her own. “You let Damon fall. You chose Aiden. You never looked back.” “No,” she said aloud. “I tried to save him.” “But you didn’t.” “I had to choose. I chose to live. That’s not weakness.” The next stone appeared. She stepped onto it. Her footing held. Again, the wind shifted, now carrying the sound of her son’s voice. “Will you choose me next time?”

To learn that the father she had always admired chose to devote himself to the very girl who had bullied her, while refusing to even visit her, was more than enough to plant the seeds of self-doubt. I cupped her small face in my hands and looked her straight in the eye. "Cammy, you are the best little girl in the world. Mommy loves you more than anything. Your daddy—he's blind. He doesn't deserve to be your daddy." A smile broke through her tears, and she stood on tiptoe to plant a kiss on my cheek. "You're the best mommy in the whole world. And I love you the most! Forever and ever!" Warmth surged through me, so overwhelming that I pulled her into a tight embrace. In that moment, I knew—hav

“Time and choice have a hand in all things. The choices we make and the choices of others, they all have a part to play in the final outcome” Riddles and hidden meanings. I already hate this woman. People that speak like that infuriate me. She is no exception. I have a feeling, and inkling as to who she may be, though I need to be sure before I act. I growled lowly and snarled. Then her first words came back to me again. I stood up a little straighter and frowned, “You called me daughter” I said quickly. “I did” she said back, “Why?”

After I outright rejected the Duke's daughter to the Duke's face, my father and I had countless arguments following that day. Once we got to the Sparrow estate, I quickly left the carriage. It was like gasping for air and then finally getting it. I helped my mother out of the carriage and my father followed after her. We followed my father into the building and into the dining area. As we entered the dining room the Sparrow family stood and bowed to us. Once my father sat, the rest of us in the room followed. The flushed daughter immediately caught my eye. She was a beauty to behold. Her red hair was vibrant and her cheeks were rosie despite her pale complexion. I would have tried to marry h

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.