The Daughter They Overlooked Novels & Stories

The day I was diagnosed with leukemia, my first reaction wasn't fear. It was relief. I wasn't really a Moretti anyway. If I died, I wouldn't owe anyone anything. When I was six, Bianca and I fought over a stuffed bear. My mother dragged me into a corner and said each word slowly enough to make sure I understood. “You are not our biological child. Everything in this house is something we've given you out of kindness.” After that, I never asked for anything again. Bianca got new dresses. I wore her old school uniforms. Bianca took piano lessons. I washed dishes in the kitchen to earn money for breakfast the next morning. I lived like a piece of luggage someone had left in the Moretti h

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

"I don't want it. You went back to Cassidy's hometown for her birthday and forgot mine. After that, I stopped expecting anything from you." Dad stepped forward and grabbed my arm. "Daph, enough! How can you still be holding this against us? We missed one birthday. Is that really worth turning your back on your own parents? After everything we've done for you, this is how you treat us?" I stared at them as the last of my strength drained away. Helplessness closed around me until I could barely breathe. It wasn't just one ceremony, and it wasn't just about a dress. It was three years of being ignored, dismissed, and belittled over and over again.

When my daughter was born, she was diagnosed with severe asthma. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to protect her for the rest of her life. In my previous life, I selected four exceptionally gifted orphans, intending to raise them into my daughter’s most reliable protectors. But when we were completing the adoption paperwork, they shielded a girl behind them and stared at me defiantly. “Godmother, we’re not leaving unless you take our little sister with us!” Thinking there was no harm in taking in one more child, I brought all five of them back to the estate. For ten whole years, I poured every resource the family had into them. I thought they would protect my daughter and keep her safe and ca

Riog’s p.o.v. “Elder Gerwyn, I don’t believe it is appropriate to ask my parents about the daughter they lost,” I respond before Dad can answer him. “When did they lose their daughter, Riog?” Elder Gerwyn holds up the paper Alpha Fynlo gave him, and I see Mom pale. “At birth.” I keep staring at the paper, not knowing it will turn my world upside down. “According to this paper, Charleza Ironshield passed the class on pack laws with a hundred percent accuracy.” Elder Gerwyn gets up and walks toward me, the paper still in his hand.

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,

When the wildfire reached our family’s vacation home, I dragged my younger sister, Chloe, out through the back door. By the time we circled around to the front, our parents were begging the firefighters to go inside. “We only have time to search one bedroom before the wind shifts,” a firefighter warned. “Which one?” “The upstairs bedroom!” Mom cried without hesitation. “Please save our younger daughter!” Dad gripped her shoulders. “She has asthma. She won’t survive the smoke.” Neither of them mentioned which room I had been sleeping in. My sister rushed past me. “Mom! Dad! I’m here!” Mom pulled her into her arms, sobbing, while Dad checked her for injuries and called for a paramedic. I stood

That would save her from losing her way home in heaven. Hector hugged the urn and returned to his house, but the house was empty. His daughter’s laughter could no longer be heard there. From then on, Hector would be the only person in that huge house. He was already old. He could no longer have a wife and children in this life anymore. He had been setting Hana up for his whole life, and he had been irresponsibly taking full advantage of Hana, but what was the result that he got in the end? If Hector and his daughter had not planned on how to destroy Hana and how to get more money out of Hana in the past few days, how was it possible for his daughter to go looking for Hana at the hospital?

She said pulling my hand, I turned and grimaced at Berry, she should know how it feels to be the one hurt yet you are the one getting the blame as if you are the one at fault. "Father!" I called running to him, ignoring Cameron. "Daughter, I thought you said you would not be free for the next three days." "Come on Dad, aren't you happy to see your daughter? You should know your daughter missed you." "What an irony of life! A daughter who missed her father, that she couldn't stay beside him, during his hard time, a daughter that cared so much for her dad, that she couldn't sacrifice time for her father, that father, that she claims to love more than anything, you do have a way of showing your

I, nevertheless, can't help but have this unease. "I suspect they are some of the underground council members, but the two nobles haven't even realized it yet," said the man. “But their daughter had been taken." “They are unaware that their actual daughter has vanished, huh?” “Do you want me to preserve them when that time comes, too, aside from that? He is staring at me with narrowed eyes, but I merely sigh and say, "Let them burn in hell." ***