The Daughter She Chose Novels & Stories

Without thinking, William chose Y. He had only one daughter, he had no choice. The second question popped up on the screen: If your daughter has two marriage prospects, A is a wealthy young master from a well-matched family who can help you expand your grand ambitions; B is an ordinary person, but he truly loves your daughter. Who would you choose as your son-in-law? William squinted his eyes and said, "Whoever my daughter likes, I will choose. Why doesn't anyone consider my daughter's opinion?"

she says "I wish I didn't have to marry him if my mother wasn't the daughter of Hera I wouldn't have to but she is and my father is Hades so I have some of the powers of both My father and my grandmother and they want a strong Empress who has the blood of Hera so I have to I wish I could be with Soren because I love him" I say as I start crying Laguna walks up to me and hugs me. I'm just glad everyone else is in class so they don't see me crying

“You’re okay.” Behind me, Victor’s voice echoed. “She’s more than okay. She’s the center.” I turned. “Victor, if you lay one finger on my daughter, I'd really show you the wrath of a mother.” “I don’t need to,” he said. “She’s already chosen.” “No,” I said. “She’s eight. She didn’t choose this. You programmed her to believe it.” Victor stepped forward. “I didn’t make her powerful,” he said. “You did.”

he immediately knelt infront of her. Yin Yue calmed down. "I am the daughter of General Jiang Lin.Merely taking their lives is not enough for me.I want them to suffer ,I want them to have the taste of betrayal,I want to disclose their conspiracy to the world and I want to restore my father's and my family's honor"she said with determination. Wang Wei was really surprised for a moment .Yesterday,she was a little girl,frozen with fear and shock but today she is issuing orders as if she is a general in army.

"This is a sacred duty. Few are chosen for such a purpose." "Then choose someone else." My hands clenched into fists, the merged power of light and shadow thrumming beneath my skin. "Because I choose love. I choose life. I choose staying with my family and my pack and being exactly who I want to be, not who you think I should be." Damon's hand found my shoulder, his grip firm and supportive. "My daughter has made her choice, goddess. Respect it." The goddess was silent for a long moment, her ancient gaze moving between me and my father. The air grew heavier, charged with power that made my hair stand on end.

"And I couldn't choose. I held them both and I couldn't pick." "So what happened?" Crying now, angry. "Flip a coin? What?" "Elira chose. Because I couldn't." "You let someone else choose which daughter lived?" Saying it slow, not believing. "I couldn't do it." "So you picked NEITHER." Staring at him. "You let our daughter die because you were too weak." "It wasn't—" "Then WHAT was it?" Trying to get up, Elira holding her down. "Tell me. Tell me how she died."

She might become an Alpha, a businesswoman, a healer, a criminal mastermind if Asher had too much influence, or something none of us had imagined. But it would be hers. I brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. “Anything you choose.” Her eyes brightened. “Anything?” I immediately became suspicious. “Within reason.” Asher laughed from across the room. Our daughter climbed off my lap before I could question her further and ran toward her fathers, apparently satisfied with the answer. I watched her go.

he said slowly. My gaze didn’t move. “I understand enough.” “And what is that?” My voice dropped. “She’s mine.” A beat. Then his eyes narrowed sharply. “That’s what this is about?” he said quietly. “Possession?” I stepped forward again. “No,” I said firmly. “It’s about choice.” A pause. My chest rose and fell hard. “I chose her,” I repeated. “And I will choose her every time.” His gaze hardened completely now. “You’re going after the daughter of a monster,” he said. “And you think that ends well for you?”

"She understood the opportunity. She wanted this alliance." My throat tightened. Liar. "She came to me herself," Father continued, "and told me she was ready to be Don Moretti's wife. I was so proud of her maturity. Her wisdom." Rossi smiled. "A daughter who understands duty. You raised her well, Dario." "I gave her a choice," Father said firmly. "And she made the right one. That's the kind of woman she is." I stared at the Persian rug, counting the red threads.

“I came back as Luna. That’s who I am, and that’s who I’ll remain. Unlike you, I did not choose to walk away permanently. I chose to walk away because I needed a break. I did not just give up.” I turned slowly, meeting her gaze. My throat felt raw, but the words came out steady. “Then keep him. Keep the title, keep whatever comes with it. I don’t want him. I never gave up. I chose my dignity, my sanity and the fact that I was giving you what I already used and have been used by was a whole different case scenario. I chose my daughter, I chose my life and I chose what I wanted to do. I did not search for power.” Confusion flickered in her eyes. Her lips parted, but no words came out. At least