The Pilots Daughter Novels & Stories

"And who would that girl be? you won't know the girl, the girl is a very beautiful, girl" says Maya and she smiled. "she is the daughter of Prince Patrick," says Maya. "you mean Prince Patrick, the chairman of Oriental group of companies," says William Dakova, and she dropped his phone on the table, and he called his wife's attention to what had happened between them.

Jake suggested. “Firstly the daughter of a Pack Beta wouldn’t be allowed to transfer packs unless she met her mate would she? And secondly the Alpha and Alpha-to-be wouldn’t be letting her go….” Indie said, as she chewed her lip nervously, obviously still thinking over what information she should be sharing with us. Beta’s daughter? “Wait, Lilah is Beta Patterson’s daughter?” Jake got there before me.

I needed to tell them what had happened, needed to let them know that their own daughter had tried to have me kidnapped. "Mom, Dad," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "You won't believe what Annabelle just did." And with that, I told them everything – the attempt at kidnapping, the hatred in her eyes, the spew of insults. I knew that this would change everything between us, that this would forever be a mark on our relationship. But I didn't care – Annabelle had gone too far, and I wouldn't stand for it. As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would our parents stand by their daughter, even through something as heinous as this? Or would they see the truth,

“Remember how Aunt Susie asked you to switch the hairs and keep it a secret? Well, being a daughter of Mr. Dominic is something that a lot of people are jealous of, and they will do some not okay things to make people believe someone else is their daughter, too.” “Like lying?” Lila asked, clearly thinking of Susie. I nodded. “Or kidnapping?” Aria said quietly. That was a tougher question. A daughter of the Alpha was a target as a means to get to him, so it wasn’t totally out of question. But we also didn’t want the girls running around scared of getting kidnapped all the time.

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

LEON'S POV: Bandit lurched forward in my head, causing a deep growl to erupt from my chest. “Oh, calm down. I knew Lucy when we were kids. My mom was friends with the late Luna. Sometimes Luna would let me and Lucy play when Kragen was out on business,” Tricia explained. One hand rested on her hip, and her eyebrows raised at me. “So, you’re saying that Lucy is the Alpha's daughter?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Difficult. Ryan’s hand found mine instinctively, gripping it tightly, a silent plea and anchor all at once. I felt my knees weaken. “I… I agree to be tested,” I breathed out before I could rethink it. The doctor looked at me, surprise flickering across his features. “Are you a relative?” “I—she’s my daughter,” I said quickly, realizing my voice sounded strained. “I—I can be tested. Please, anything that can save her.” Ryan’s eyes went wide. He was pale, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “Claire, wait—”

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

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

"It's about you and Aiden's girl. It’s hard for a lot of us to sit back and pretend like everything’s cool when the whole foundation of the club and the band feels like it’s getting ripped in half." "She’s nineteen, man," Jax added softly, his tone less aggressive, more deeply troubled. "And she’s Aiden’s daughter. You’re like a brother to him. A lot of the guys... we’re just uncomfortable with it. It feels wrong, Tor. It feels like a line got crossed that shouldn't have ever been touched."