The Quiet Daughter Couldn’t Wait Novels & Stories

Chloe’s eyes lit up with hope as she looked at Harry. “Harry, our packs are deeply connected. Can you really bear to destroy such a strong bond? My dad only has one daughter—me, and he’s always loved me. If you walk away in the middle of the bonding ceremony, he’ll be furious! Is offending him over something so small really worth it?” Harry paused for just a moment. Then, he kept walking, his steps steady, not a trace of hesitation.

Aria’s POV The apartment was unusually quiet, the kind of quiet that made every small sound every creak of the floor, every distant car horn seem amplified, almost like a warning. Our daughter slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of the tension that hung over us like a storm cloud ready to break. I held her in my arms, rocking her gently, feeling the rhythm of her breathing calm my own racing pulse. This fragile moment of peace felt sacred, almost surreal, and I knew it would be brief.

"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.

"She keeps asking for you. I'm worried she'll get emotional and mess up the pregnancy." My chest went tight. I followed, slow. He didn't even bother closing the door all the way—just shoved it half shut and walked in. Brigitte Tillon was on the bed. The maid's daughter. Elroy pressed his face to her belly, smiling. "See? Baby's doing great. Stop faking sick just to get my attention, alright? You'll make me worry." He tapped her forehead, all soft and sweet. Brigitte giggled, grabbed his hand, kissed it.

I say, voice rougher than I mean it to be. She smiles wider, slow and filthy. “Promises, promises.” Inside my head it’s a fucking war. “Don’t do it, Roman. Don’t let her bait you. She’s twenty-two. She’s Valentina’s daughter. You touch her and everything burns.” But then the other voice cuts in, low and mean: “She’s already burning you, asshole. Look at her. She’s wet just sitting there watching you try not to break. One word from you and she’d crawl under this table.”

Before Lily's surgery, the nurse slid the consent form across to me. I called my husband, Ethan Reid, eleven times. When the twelfth call finally connected, the first voice I heard was his first love, Claire Bennett, on the verge of tears: "Ethan, the zipper on my wedding dress is stuck. Don't leave yet." I looked at my daughter, white with pain in the hospital bed, and said, "Lily's waiting for you." Ethan was silent for two seconds before saying, "Just sign it. I'll get there later." Later, Lily studied the lone guardian's signature on the form and asked, "Mom, can I leave Dad off the school forms from now on?" I said she could. From that day on, she stopped leaving room for Ethan anywhere

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

"If I discover that any of you know where she is and have concealed it, I will report every detail of tonight to His Highness." Dad opened his mouth but couldn't get a word out. Prince Silas was among the most powerful princes in the vampire world. He wouldn't even have to act personally. There were plenty of families under his authority that would happily deal with the Vardis to earn his favor. The only person who could rescue Dad from this disaster was me. And he genuinely had no idea where his eldest daughter was. The only thing he could vaguely recall was watching Adrian drag me out of the hall a few minutes earlier.

】 my mother complained in the chat. 【I've already arranged it.】 Dad replied instantly. 【A new custom luxury mattress will be air-freighted tomorrow. My heir must have the best.】 I stared at my phone. Four days. Hundreds of messages in the chat, and not a single one asking, "Cassian, did you make it?" To them, I was invisible. Maya munched on an apple as she watched me trying to fix a leaky pipe and asked, "How come your family didn't come with you? You're moving to the human world. They're brave to just let you go alone."