The Generals Daughter Novels & Stories

"And the position of leader of the pack's warriors? You'll just hand it over?" "I’ve left a list of worthy successors. Even if you don’t like it, the system will choose. The Gravepine pack no longer needs me." He paused for a moment, then added, "But my daughter—she needs me. And I want to be by her side, as it should have been from the start." General’s thoughts drifted to young Lyara, whom he had often left alone at home. While he was busy going to the blood-soaked battlefield. When he returned home, he used that time to train his daughter to become a strong warrior.

It was Delilah Kimberly, daughter of General Kimberly of the Southern Plains, and a famous actress. As far as James could remember, she seemed to be a renowned figure in the entertainment industry. However, he could not understand why she would be here singing in a bar. “Are you acquainted with her?” Maxine asked, seeing James’ expression upon noticing the woman on the stage. “Yes…” James said, “She’s the daughter of a general of the Southern Plains. His father was killed in combat during a mission.”

I felt energized a little by my wolf, and we got there in less than 2 hours. I desperately wanted to see my family, but I chose not to go there first. I didn't need anyone to tell me the mockery and scorn I'd face if I visited the pack mansion where they lived. At the pack’s gate, I encountered big and burly men whom I'd never seen before. They seemed oblivious when I mentioned being Alpha Williams' daughter. Didn't they recognize their Alpha anymore? After pleading extensively and assuring them I wasn't a spy, they reluctantly let me in.

Morpheus said with a gleaming smile, his voice trailing off as his eyes traveled to the teen werewolf’s chest. Just then, the general came out through the door with the warrior that had gone to get him. He cleared his throat to get his eyes off his unmated daughter. “Good evening Morpheus,” he said. With lingering eyes on Annie, Morpheus replied to General Wayne with a side-eye. “Can you tell me why you’re here this late?” He asked a little louder and only then did Morpheus tear his eyes away from the girl. General Wayne whispered to his daughter to go inside at once.

"She..." "Come on Dad. Is that a joke?" Amelia interrupted. "That's Chairman Grey's daughter, the mysterious lady at the canal. Late Paige Grey's only child with the chairman. The child whom society thought died alongside her mother. She'd never been at this city only till recently so what are you saying?" "I know what I'm saying Amelia. I drove her and her friend, from the airport." Mr Mills announced. "What!" Amelia was stunned.

Clyde cried out, his face filled with anxiety and fear as he gazed at my dad. My father's face had long turned dark, at this moment, he could not even be bothered to keep up his pretense. “What do you all have to say?” Father said, his eyes still on the three other generals. Hugh was out of the way, a bonafide supporter of my elder brother, who probably had promised him that he would marry his ugly daughter, who was known to be promiscuous. General Voss adopted a neutral stance, seated there like a praying Buddha.

He continues, "She's General Anderson's daughter whom was kidnapped from her apartment last night. According to General, he spoke to her about 10pm last night, as she was leaving her shop. She owns a bakery and catering shop in the city, and was supposed to call him when she got home, which is about 15 minutes away from her shop. However, when he heard nothing for an hour, he called us to go check up on her. Her apartment has been ransacked, nothing has been stolen, and she's nowhere to be seen. No witnesses, and we're still trying to locate her." I pause to comprehend the information that I've just heard. That's so sad. I didn't even know General Anderson has a daughter. And I could only im

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

She just kept an eye on him and wiped his forehead with a towel from time to time to hasten his recovery. ________________________________ “WHAT’S the meaning of this?” The general enragedly angry. “D-dad?” In shock, the young lady hugged her boyfriend’s waist from the side. “Let go of my daughter!” The General yelled as he yanked her away from the boy. “Dad, please! Let us go! We love each other!” The General fixed his gaze on her. “He’s just taking advantage of you! He’s a gold digger!” “It isn’t true, Sir! I really love your daughter, I’m not interested in your wealth,” the boy explained.