The Lost Daughter Novels & Stories

She mumbled, " l heard that one's sex life was suffered a lot in winter but mine whole family was lost... l don't have my own family, though my daughter and husband is alive but they are not mine now...they are now else others. Specially my Heaven... my sweat heart. How l spent my life without touching her in past this year? How could I lost my daughter even though she has been with me for a year? How could Sandy gave her to them? Does it make sense that he gave our child to his brother and family for paying the loss of their daughter Rose? How they can restrict me from touching my own child? Heartless people. Lizzy, you took a good decision. Since you lived in a hell there, it's a good dec

Her heart was beating out of her chest, realising that she had lost the only daughter she had. “Eleanor?!” She screamed even further and aimlessly walking around the area, even stopping people nearby to inquire if they had seen her daughter. “Eleanor, baby, where are you?” She was on the verge of tears, hating herself for bringing her daughter into her mess. She felt that the city was a curse for her. Not even an hour had passed after stepping foot into there and she had already lost her child. It broke her heart severely. She shoved her trembling hands into her pocket to get her phone out and call emergency services when suddenly she felt a poke on her shoulder.

he asked the warrior as we continued walking. “Yes. She’s blonde. Blue eyes. Medium height. Pale skin,” the warrior told him. “A girl has gone missing. Her name is Chloe. She’s blonde. Blue eyes. Medium height. Pale skin. Search everywhere for her,” Father mind-linked the pack warriors urgently. When we got to the woman’s house, she was on the floor, wailing uncontrollably as she mourned her daughter. She had already believed that she was never going to see her daughter again, as the other girls who also went missing were never found.

(Victoria's POV) "Liza! Liza!" I screamed, fighting against the Lotus Moon Cult members who held me back. Their hands dug into my arms as I watched my daughter disappear over the cliff's edge. I struggled wildly, desperate to reach the cliff. "Let me go to her!" The cult members only laughed, enjoying my suffering. "Too late, Lady Morgan. Your precious daughter is gone," one whispered in my ear. For sixteen years, I had rejected Eliza. Now when I finally saw the truth, it was too late. The cult leader peered down into the darkness below.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

For years after her little sister was born Ruby Rowan was treated as nothing more than a servant in her adopted parent’s home. Miracle was praised, loved, and was seen as the “perfect daughter”. Meanwhile Ruby was verbally berated ,ignored, and was the family's punching bag. But then Miracle makes the mistake of taking away the last person she thought cared about her. Her boyfriend. Brandon Franklin was the ‘perfect’ man, handsome, caring, spoiling her with gifts and holding her while she cried. But that was all a lie. He was cheating with her sister, behind her back for three years of their five year relationship. But what happens when she's pushed to her breaking point?

"And how do you know all this?" After uttering a bitter laughed, Veronica looked up. Her eyes welled up with tears. She fllashed a small smile. "I know all that because I am his daughter. I am Veronica Ginevra Guillermo, the lost daughter of Dante Guillermo and Zarine Morgan!"

Heather let out a sharp laugh before spitting out, "How dare you say that word? If it doesn't make you sick to say it, it certainly sickens me to hear it." Charlie knew the past was long gone, and there was no going back with Heather. So, he changed the subject and asked about his missing daughter, "Has there been any news of her?" At the mention of her lost daughter, Heather's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. That winter was brutal. Her daughter was only five years old. Heather had collapsed from illness, and when she woke up, the child was gone. Years had passed. Was her daughter still out there somewhere? As the memories surged back, Heather's expression twisted with resentment. "That's

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”