The General's Daughter Novels & Stories

On the display screen was General Laura's Picture. Charity squinted her eyes when she saw her picture. She could inadvertently mark some familiarities with her figure. She looks like Nanny Amelia! Presently at the president general villa, Anamika and her now healthy mum were at the relaxation room of the five star general mansion. Anamika was relating how she manipulated Diana to treat her and how she gave her the wrong information. "That's my girl!" Eddy gave her daughter a high five. She was happy that her daughter inherited her cunny gene.

A sharp, violent laugh left my throat. “You must be joking.” He didn’t blink. “Do I look like I’m joking?” He gently shifted the books on his desk, smiling sheepishly. Was that excitement on his face? My pulse slammed against my ribs. Rage simmered beneath my skin. “He arranged a wedding without telling me?” I said, my voice low, lethal. “He assumed his daughter told you,” my father replied. “She didn’t tell me anything,” I spat. “We both are still recovering from the shock. And how on earth do you expect me to be like a lieutenant that fears seizing a shipment that….” I continued, catching my breath because I was gradually losing my mind.

The look on my father's face went from bad to worse. “What exactly are you trying to say, Matteo?” He kept his voice low. “Our families have known each other for years. So my daughter is not good enough for you?” Matteo fixed his cufflinks. “Mr. Montgomery, I do not want your younger daughter. Not at all.”

GALENIN LIMITED] Cedric hurries inside Caspian's office panting " sir sir you need to see this " " What " he said not looking up from the documents he was signing. Cedric shows him the tablet " sir see it's about that girl you met on the plane " He looks up and snatches the tablet. " What ! The general's daughter , how " Plane girl was the general's daughter all along, why was she hiding her identity all along.

she giggled, the weight of reality lost on her fractured mind. The General's frustration simmered beneath the surface, evident as he yanked Lucien's hair. "Look closely. This is Blanche Lucille Emerson, your daughter. Do you remember her?" Each word dripped with bitterness as his once-composed demeanour crumbled in the face of Lucien's detached response.

the soldier reported. “Take them to the town center where the prisoners are being held,” the general replied before hanging up. “Hold on, this girl looks quite a bit familiar,” a soldier who had regained consciousness spoke up. “How so? I don’t remember seeing a face like this recently,” “Well, don’t you think she bears a strong resemblance to the general’s daughter?”

The General was stunned for a moment before hugging his daughter back. They both hugged each other, not caring about the world. This is their first time seeing each other after so many years. Back in the orphanage, Sister Sunny heard Anne shouting and she step outside to see what was happening. Her eyes widened at the sight of Seolurrie and the General in each other's arms. Porsh and the other children also got out to look. They all watched the father and daughter hugging each other with astonishment. Anne who had a very close relationship with the General stood their dumbstruck. She felt like a massive boulder suddenly dropped at her heart because of the jealousy she felt. General was like

It's not my fault, and besides, his daughter is beautiful. It seems strange that she went 8 months without even a suitor. "That you needed to talk to me alone," I said seriously. Minerva looked at me strangely and shook her head several times. I couldn't discuss this situation with her present. She would probably send me to hell or something like that, that's for sure. "Oh, right. Daughter, could you leave us alone for a few minutes?" Her father spoke in such a paternal yet authoritative tone that for a moment, I was going to get up and leave.

Hazel furrowed her brows at the name, glancing at Alex for clarity, but he remained silent, his sharp gaze fixed on the General. “My goodness…” the General whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. “You look just like her.” Hazel frowned, her confusion growing. “Just like who?” she demanded, stepping closer to Alex. “Raina,” the General said, his voice thick with emotion. “She was…” He hesitated, his hands trembling. “She was my mistress, the love of my life. And your grandmother.”

“We’re doing everything possible…” Watson raised a hand. “Where is my daughter?” The director quickly gestured down the corridor. “This way, sir.” Watson walked silently into Tricia’s room. For a moment, the powerful general said nothing. He simply stood beside the bed, looking down at his daughter. The same daughter who had once run through the house as a child. The same daughter is now lying pale and unconscious under hospital lights. His jaw tightened slightly. But he said nothing. After a long moment, he turned toward the doctor standing nearby.