The Unintentionally Ideal Adopted Daughter Novels & Stories

“The lab report in your hand says you did.” “It says she’s not my biological daughter,” Frank corrected. “It doesn’t say she’s not my daughter.” “What are you talking about?” Frank sighed. He sat on the edge of the bed, on top of the DNA report itself. “Ruth was adopted,” Frank said, “Shanice and I had a daughter of our own. Cynthia’s older sister. She died of Leukemia when she was fifteen. It was a huge loss in our lives. Shanice was in a bad way. A really bad way. She couldn’t even get out of bed, couldn’t look at Cynthia, couldn’t do nothing. Then, this sixteen-year-old girl shows up at our house. Since Shanice was still deep in her grieving when she met Florence it seemed to fill a void

' Raven, Bella and April shouted at once. 'Yes, she is adopted. She came to us at a time when the family was trying to heal. We were betrayed by someone we trusted and when we found her on the steps of our home, she had claimed that she lost her mother and her father had drugged her and dumped her there. I took her in and thought we all could heal together. But now I realized that I did something that is likely to rob me of my son' mum said as tears ran down her face. Chloe stood from her seat and went to mum to embrace her. 'It is okay Annette, you have always been a good person. She was an ingrate and that is on her. Your son will be fine. Please pull yourself together,' she said comfortin

Jae definitely keeps us busy but we are adjusting. I’m sorry my son adopted her and now you are responsible for my daughter… The little brat never listen to anything I tell him.. No it was I who wanted to adopt Jae… She has become my best friend… She has also been the one to bring me and Max closer together. I understood a growing girl will have problems and I think we can help her… We are only doing this to help you father.. He was rendered speechless.. He had never meet a woman so kind… Even his own wife was never this kind to his children… Let me be the first to welcome you into the family my daughter…

“In our tribe we place our bets on both children, but this daughter is not one of mine. You left the father of her as he got tangled trying to seek glory at the capital and you married me hoping again for a peaceful existence as you thought all whom you loved had left you. No one knew that your daughter was alive until she reaped accomplishments. Her adoption has gotten her some benefit. You forget that through this adoptions that you are no longer her true mother.”

Adams a few times, and receiving treatment like this as a married woman feels very uncomfortable. Damn, I still appreciate Deryl as my husband after what he did to me. "You don't like my way, ma'am?" Dr. Adams asked. "I'm sorry, but I have to say yes." Dr. Adams fell silent, making me feel guilty. "Your husband will marry your adopted daughter; I know that, and it hurts. You don't want to use me to escape from here?" Dr. Adams asked sincerely. I know his intentions are good, but my ego and emotions do not allow anyone to get involved in my personal issues. To meet him as a psychologist, I have to think about it over and over again.

"Okay. L..like I told you guys earlier, your granny had only one daughter and that lady is my birth mother. My mother died with my father so I had to live with granny here. I..I. got..raped on my birthday, the day I turned 15, and I got pregnant. My present mother now, she adopted me, she took you guys away from me immediately you were born. And she only allowed me to come see you guys now. I swear that's the reason I couldn't raise you guys. I couldn't because she didn't allow it. Kendrick, please understand this. Please don't hate me." I narrated and pleaded. "Wait. You are saying, you got pregnant with us unwilling, you got raped by our father?" He asked and scoffed. "So, we are typically

I could not be bothered to care whether these things were intentionally or unintentionally passed to me. A few years later, due to a work transfer, my company sent me to another city in the south. The climate there was mild and humid. The pace of life was very slow. One weekend afternoon, I took my daughter to the play area at the mall. I had met her when I was volunteering at an orphanage. She came from a broken family and was pretty introverted. But every time she saw me, she would nervously hold out a piece of candy. I went through with the adoption.

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.

I corrected her. Sierra wanted to respond but her mother stopped her. “I see you are getting yourself acquainted with the system,” she said, smiling at me. I grimaced, her smile was so creepy. “But you have forgotten something. You can never be like us, you were gotten from dirt.” She let out an ugly laugh. “You can only try to wash off the dirt but you can't wash off the stain. You can never be like us, adopted daughter,” I shook my head in pity.

I told them I'd found my birth parents and wanted to go stay with them for a while. Not long after, my father sent me everything he could dig up about them. They were the Alpha and Luna of the Tervo pack and they already had?a daughter named?Melissa. She got everything she asked for and was famously spoiled. Their sudden appearance didn't bode well. Even if they genuinely couldn't bear to leave me out there, the moment Melissa and I clashed, they'd side with the daughter they'd raised for seventeen years—blood or not. My adoptive parents laid all of it out for me, but I still thought they were good to Melissa because they believed she was me.