The Quiet Daughter Couldn’t Wait Novels & Stories

The familiar sequence — key in the lock, the slight resistance of the door, the sound of her bag hitting the floor. Then Anne herself, stepping in with the exhaustion of someone who had been holding other people together all day. She dropped onto the couch. “Tell me the evening is going to be quiet.” “I made food,” Joy said. “You’re my favourite person.” They ate on the couch. No television. Just the quiet shift into evening. Joy was quieter than usual. “How was your day?” Anne asked. “Quiet. You?” Anne exhaled. “Tiring. One of my clients was having a harder day. Those ones stay with you.”

“If I give her Lev, she kills you. Not as a maybe. That is the trade. She wants him gone and she wants no one who can sit in his chair after.” “I am his daughter.” “That is why.” He pushed my hair off my face. “You are the next name. She will smile when she does it. Unharmed is a word she uses on people she plans to move.” “Then we do not give her anyone.” “We do not give her you.” “That is not the same sentence.” He went quiet. I hated that quiet. It was the same quiet from the call, the one that made me put my hand on his jaw.

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

KNOX Sierra is making no sense. The words are spilling out of her mouth, but I refuse to make sense of them. It’s absurd. Even more absurd that I am unable to leave and instead listen to her as she continues. “Make your choice, father.” My lips part but no words come out. I feel exposed, cornered, trapped and at the mercy of daughter. But she serves me no mercy, every new word leaving her landing like fresh blows. “Why are you silent?” She lets out a sardonic laughter then looks away from me, hurt flickering in her eyes quick enough for me to catch it. “You can’t answer? You can’t choose between your fling and your daughter?”

She said it, smiling politely. "Do you have an appointment?" The man snapped, looking at her arrogantly. Raising her eyes at the little girl in front of her, she really wanted to give her her mind but decided against it, knowing what was at stake at the moment. It took her a whole day to get Matteo off her back. The old lad had people follow her in case she tried to do anything funny. Honestly, she didn't think he was a fool; she agreed way too easily, so of course he had his little doubts.

she replied softly. Maximus looked at his daughter. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, but her sweetness and gentleness reminded him of a small damsel. His heart ached. She had grown up alone, without a nurturing mother or a protective father. 'No wonder she’s so quiet,' he thought. “Hey… I was thinking… If you’d like, tomorrow we could go to the movies together. What do you think?” he offered. Laura’s eyes widened in surprise. She turned to him, and her gaze filled his heart.

Every second that passed made her miss Dinda's bright smile more and more, which now felt like a slowly fading memory. "Why, Dinda? Why haven't you woken up yet?" she whispered in a hoarse voice, almost inaudible. Her hand reached out, touching her daughter's soft, flowing hair, but it seemed like nothing had changed, there was no sign that Dinda would open her eyes.

But she didn't give him that opportunity. She got inside the room silently, finding her daughter peacefully asleep on the floor, untouched food beside her. Echo had been waiting for her mother, longing to share their meal together. Faith's heart clenched with guilt and worry for the little girl, her only source of solace in this unforgiving world.

Karina, caught off guard by her daughter's question, remained mute, the words she had been trying to form in her head refusing to match with what she was sure her daughter wanted her to say. She could feel her heart racing as she desperately searched for the right words to explain the situation to her daughter. The silence in the room became almost unbearable, leaving Karina grappling with her own emotions and the weight of her daughter's innocent curiosity. "Mom," Her daughter tapped her on the shoulder, tired of waiting over a minute without getting any response.

Her smartwatch was waterproof, so we could stay on the call. “Mom, someone’s coming in. It’s Dad! “He came in and went out again. I think he’s on the phone.” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Stay hidden. Don’t make a sound. Don’t go out. That’s not your dad.” Then, I heard the sound of a door closing. Something was wrong because it sounded too clear. My daughter was hidden in the bathtub and covered by clothes. If the bathroom door had been opening and closing, I should not have heard it so distinctly.