The Lost Daughter Novels & Stories

" I was looking forward to seeing them. He nodded, but still, I could see her sad look. I knew what he felt, the loss. No matter what happened to the culprit, what you lost could never be returned. He lost his daughter and I lost Mya. Marck would be arrested, he might even die, but nothing would betray them back. Two lives gone and there was no turning back. That was the truth. There was no punishment that made up for someone's loss. "My daughter will be at peace now," he said.

They all came one by one which I hadn’t been ready for until Alec tightened his grip on my back so I stood still to greet them separately. The beta stepped aside for the others to come up the steps first and he made his way to the end as a look out position. I had a feeling he had to do that alot. I started shaking hands and giving some hugs mainly from the older wolves who were doing a terrible job at hiding they were crying. I smiled to myself at the matchoness of men in sensitive times. No one cares if you let out a tear guys. But they were so sweet, they told me something about my dad or how I was the spit of my mother. They knew as soon as they saw me step out onto the porch that I was

My father spoke out once again. "As you have heard, my daughter was not dead but lost. We kept that news hidden from other people for all of these years so that no one could hurt her, even if they got her. We had tried our best to search for her but failed to locate her. She was just a child when we lost her. However, fate was on our side, and we got her back after so many years." My parents looked at me. I nodded at them with a smile. "Today, I will introduce you all to our daughter, Jessica Martin."

I shook my head and didn't want them to take my daughter from me. "I'll make sure to deal with anyone that did this to my daughter!" I cried out. Looking at them bury my daughter was really like needles piercing my heart. It was quite painful. I sat there looking at them but what could I do? Diana came to pull me inside but I wouldn't want to leave. I want to talk with my daughter. It was too much pain for me. I've lost everything. I've lost everything. Diana's POV

She stepped forward, her eyes full of a sadness Zayn hadn’t expected. "Please," she said softly, her voice trembling. "Stay out of our lives, Zayn." Zayn stopped in his tracks, surprised by the desperation in her voice. "I’ve already lost my daughter because of you," she continued, her eyes filling with tears. "She’s not the same girl she used to be. I don’t know where she is now, and it’s tearing me apart. Please… just let her be. Let her live her life without you."

Lorenzo sat up.”What?” “It’s true.I don’t know if you must have heard that I lost my daughter when she was a baby.And I spent a few years living in hell without her.We found Cora and we thought we had found my daughter.But it turns out everything about Cora has been a lie.Can you please tell me about Fabiola?About her parents?” “You think she might be your daughter?” “She might be.Please tell me about her.”

What the hell was this? "Your daughter?" Hayley heard Liz ask Wendy. Wendy nodded in affirmation, taking out her handkerchief from her bag and wiping an unseen tear from her eyes as she revealed, answering Liz May. "Yes, my daughter. She was once an aspiring artist until the day we lost her." Wendy paused. Liz pressed, her curiosity evident. "If I may ask, what do you mean you lost her? How old was she and where did you lose her?" Hayley slapped her mouth, her chest heaving as realization dawned on her, that this interview was indeed about her. WTF!

Crystal also smiled as his words made her heart calm down a bit, just like dancing with him melted down her heart. "I know you all are already aware of our... MISSING DAUGHTER." Vincent said and instantly Crystal's eyebrows squinted. Missing daughter? So they came up with this plan to introduce her? Crystal was left surprised when Vincent continued, "Me and my wife, we were left broken when we lost our daughter, her missing were like a deadly storm in our life. We both cried and prayed everyday to have our little angel but..." Vincent stopped when Aurora's eyes had already turned red. Crystal was still confused but impressed by their acting when Aurora took the mic and continued, "But finall

"I know what it cost you. Every single day of it." "Then don't ask me to stop." Her voice dropped, raw now, the fierceness still there but something underneath it finally showing. "Don't stand there and tell me everything I know how to do is wrong. The answer is not to trust a plan and a room full of people I barely know. She is my daughter." "She's my daughter too." The words landed between them. Maya looked at him, her jaw tight, something moving through her face that she couldn't quite stop — grief, anger, the devastation of someone being asked to share the one thing they had held alone so long it had become the architecture of who they are.

“What happened then?” “He whipped her and hit her so many times… My poor daughter…! She had a miscarriage and had two broken ribs,” Mother said. She was crying now. Tears ran down her cheeks freely. “Where is she now, Mother?” I asked. I had to try very hard to keep my voice down. We were in the prayer room. It was not okay to make too much noise here. God did not like that. The high priest did not like that even more. “She disappeared with Leo. Her friend that alchemist Leo,” Mother said. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “Your father is returning alone now. He is still looking for them, but to no avail.”