The Quiet Daughter Couldn’t Wait Novels & Stories

I asked, looking at the medium sized bag in her hand. “Please. Aren’t you glad I’m spending the night?” She squeezed past me, letting herself in. “You didn’t think you’d be chaperoning the girls alone didn’t you?” I did. “I’m sure the little human girl’s mother would want a woman present. My impression of Clementine wasn’t that she’d care about something like that. If she did Margo wouldn’t be the type of woman I’d trust to look at for my daughter around a man I didn’t know.

"If your daughter stumbles into the wrong hall or asks the wrong question, she could unravel the noose before it’s placed around Dane’s neck.” I exhaled slowly, gripping the edge of the table until my knuckles turned white. “Ethan will not fail. Dane trusts too easily those who stroke his pride. That will be his undoing. And as for my daughter, I’ll keep her silent. She will not come near the council, nor your meetings, nor any whispers of this. She’ll be a shadow, unseen.”

Impeccably dressed in a cream Chanel suit, her blonde hair a perfect helmet, her manicured fingers resting lightly on a Prada handbag. Her expression was one of faint annoyance, as if she were waiting for a delayed flight, not discussing her child’s potential transgression. Beside her, slouched with an air of bored defiance, was her son, Brayden Vance. He refused to meet our eyes, focusing intently on picking at a loose thread on his designer blazer. My gaze swept past them, searching frantically for Lila. She wasn’t here. The cold dread solidified into a block of ice in my stomach. "Where is my daughter?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, slicing through the room's stifling silence

I kept my eyes on those shadows instead of my daughter’s face. Because I was afraid. Afraid of what Fia might already see. Afraid of what she might already hear. “Fia,” I whispered softly, forcing calm into my voice. “You need to rest.” Her eyes slid to mine slowly, like she was being pulled back from somewhere far away. “They’re closer now,” she said. My heart stuttered painfully. “Who, sweetheart?” “The quiet thoughts,” she replied. “They’re trying not to think.” That was worse than shouting.

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

, though I was enjoying the show I wasn’t trying to throw anything in her face. Though it’s cute that she probably thinks so I love my daughter too much to hide her I push off the wall and head back to my room. Sleep still refuses to come. The house is still too quiet. My mind is still too loud. And Diana… Diana is going to make this harder than I expected.

Her voice was quieter now. David’s father leaned forward. His eyes sharpened. “We start with her.” Her brows furrowed. “Why?” “Because she is the key.” His voice dropped lower. “If we break her silence…” “Everything else will follow.” David’s mother’s fingers slowly tightened around the papers. “And how do you plan to do that?” David’s father’s lips curved slightly. Not a smile. Just a thin line. ------ Far away from the quiet study— Morning light slowly crept across the city.

She grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall. "How dare you dodge? You're just an orphan! If my parents hadn't been kind enough to take you in, you would've starved to death on the streets long ago!" The sudden pain made real tears spill from my eyes. "Let go of me!" "Let go of you? I'll beat you to a pulp today!" Quinn suddenly sneered. "Hannah, you're just jealous because I have everything and married a great husband, while you're nothing but worthless trash!"

Is Silas Crowe telling us the truth?" The veteran Pack Enforcer leaned forward, the shadows of the Blackridge Enforcement HQ making his features look like carved granite. I stood by the door, my medical kit heavy against my hip, watching the exchange. Silas’s youngest daughter, a pup barely ten winters old, had been the one to whisper the secret. She was trembling, huddled in a corner of the interrogation room, her eyes wide with a terror that no child—human or wolf—should ever know.

She was startled by the change but soon went still. The warmth, the smell of it. In about thirty seconds, she was quiet, just like that. I stood there with Jonathan's jacket covering my daughter, Jonathan in front of us, cameras still snapping, and the crowd whispering his name. I felt an uninvited emotion stir in my chest. "Better?" he asked. "She’s quiet for now. But I don't know how long she will stay quiet," I replied. "Good." He pulled out his phone with his hand.