The Quiet Daughter Couldn’t Wait Novels & Stories

Life is harsh at times but family, friends and loved ones are all you need. And to think it all started with the quiet girl from school. The quiet girl that we once bullied then she turned into the most important woman in our lives. We love her so much and always will. My quiet girl who is now my not so quiet woman. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I know she always will be. Her laugh, her blush and her cute giggle are what I love the most and so do the guys. Alexis smiles at us as we play with the kids and make them laugh. Scott sits beside her and I pat his shoulder, getting a smile.

"Why didn't you pick up my calls or read my WhatsApp messages if you're not avoiding me?" Consequently, Zoe remained silent. "Where is your daughter?" Quinn asked. "When did I have a daughter…" Zoe kept quiet under Quinn's gaze. She then continued because of Quinn's gaze, saying, "She's at home." "Let me go and see her." "Aren't you going to ask me questions?" Zoe looked at Quinn. "I'll ask you after I see your daughter." Quinn walked into the house. At that time, Yelena was playing with toys in the living room.

After I outright rejected the Duke's daughter to the Duke's face, my father and I had countless arguments following that day. Once we got to the Sparrow estate, I quickly left the carriage. It was like gasping for air and then finally getting it. I helped my mother out of the carriage and my father followed after her. We followed my father into the building and into the dining area. As we entered the dining room the Sparrow family stood and bowed to us. Once my father sat, the rest of us in the room followed. The flushed daughter immediately caught my eye. She was a beauty to behold. Her red hair was vibrant and her cheeks were rosie despite her pale complexion. I would have tried to marry h

Perhaps she knew that it was better for her to leave with the money Jake offered rather than stay in the marriage, so she signed the papers. As for Gertrude, she started looking around for a suitable wife for Jake again. But all the things that happened in the Green family had spread through upper-class society, and no one was willing to send their daughter through such hell. When my mother told me these things, her eyes shone with amusement and delight. I smiled and said nothing, but I did speed up as I packed my luggage. My next trip was about to start. My mother just smiled and pinched my cheek.

~WILLIAM~ I cleared my voice as I impatiently waited for my daughter to speak, but she didn't say a word; it was just silence, and I started to wonder what was happening. “Baby? Are you there?” I asked. “Yes, I'm just making sure these media people got it right,” she said, and that's when I heard the tapping of the keyboard keys, so she was busy searching on the internet. I mean, wasn't she too young for that?

Her daughter snorted. "Whatever. At least, you get the point. But..." She paused stating from her son to her daughter. "I have my own vendetta now. Come closer." She whispered something to them. "And it has to be carried out immediately." She prefers with a smile. "And our sister?" Her daughter asked, getting down for the table and wrapping the towel firmly around her. "Don't worry about her... I've got her handled." *** Sabrina's POV I'm famished. Totally. I walked into the house but stopped as I was about to head to the kitchen. The house was unusually quiet. Beyond quiet, it was creepily silent like the silence in a haunted house.

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

Scarlet sat in the quiet corner of the café, stirring her coffee absentmindedly as she waited. Her father had summoned her for a meeting, something that hadn’t happened in a while, and she couldn’t help but feel a familiar sense of dread bubbling in her chest. She hadn’t seen him since the wedding day when he’d barely acknowledged her, his focus entirely on the deal that had sealed her fate with Storm. She hadn’t been his daughter in that moment—just a bargaining chip.

she whispered, rubbing her eyes with the back of her tiny hand, her voice small but clearly audible in the suffocating quiet around them, “this is boring…” Clara huffed a quiet laugh under her breath, tilting her head slightly toward her daughter, her voice low and amused. “Indeed baby. It's really boring. It usually is.” “Always?” Sophie asked softly, her brows knitting together with innocent seriousness. She hated sitting quietly in one place.

"Mom, Dad, this is my friend, Fiona. Her staff dorm is being renovated, so she's gonna stay with us for a few days." My sister, Judy Floyd's, voice crashed over the room like thunder. I looked up. Judy was bouncing with excitement as she introduced her friend, Fiona Shepard, to my parents. Fiona was a young woman with a cool, slightly embarrassed face. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Floyd. I'm Fiona. Thank you so much for having me. I honestly didn't know where I'd go."