The Woman's Daughter Novels & Stories

Her hair was messy. She began rolling around the bed before she sat up. "Snow!" she screamed, sweat cascading down her forehead. Her chest rises and falls. "My daughter needs me," she said and made to come down from the bed when a lady rushed in. "Ma'am, you shouldn't be getting up," The lady (Iris) said. The woman began struggling to come down. "No. My daughter is in danger. I can feel it. She's calling out to me- I have to look for my daughter, " the woman cried.

"Right. Well… are you lost or something? Is there anything I can help with?" "No, not at all." The woman answered. "I suppose I'm not really making myself clear at the moment, it's just I was walking through the cemetery and I couldn't help but overhear you talking to your mother…" "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb your peace." "You didn't… See that headstone opposite your mother's, to the left a little?" "Yeah…" "That's where my daughter rests." "Oh. Wow… that must be painful." "It is. She was just a little girl and I can't help but wonder how she would have grown up."

She was also able to deduct that her daughter was a hybrid, a werewolf and a witch, just like her. ** "I told you that you would lose, Leonarya. You always do." The woman prisoner cackled in laughter, not minding the pain racking her body, pains inflicted daily by the strong chains holding her captive. "Perhaps, but the battle isn't over yet, cousin. I will deal with you later. But for now, your daughter will be continually pushed around for your sake. She still thinks I will let you go if she gets me what I want. Besides, have you told her that you are mother, and not an aunt?" Leonarya asked the woman in chains, who gritted her teeth, and spat at Leonarya.

"I don't have another sibling. My brothers never mentioned…" "They wouldn't know," the woman said quietly, and for the first time since she'd stepped into that room, genuine fear flickered behind her composed mask. "Because I made certain nobody ever found out she existed." "Who is she?" I demanded, though something cold and certain was already tightening in my chest, some instinct warning me the answer would unravel everything we thought we understood about tonight. The woman's eyes lifted, meeting Lily's directly, something fragile and desperate trembling beneath her carefully maintained composure. "Your daughter," she said quietly, "isn't the only child I've been protecting tonight."

Her dad said, leading the way back to the living room. "No dad. Actually,I want to take my place as our family heiress. I want my identity revealed,I don't want to live in the shadows anymore,I want to be known as the only daughter of President Zander ; Lydia Zander !" President Zander paused, hearing that from his daughter, he turned back to look at her . Surely this woman standing before him isn't his daughter,the shy Lydia who didn't care about the family politics. He is seeing a brave and fearless woman who wants to lead, a woman filled with rage, a woman filled with passion to get what she wants.

"This annoying baby is now your responsibility. I will take her only when she's eighteen." The woman thrusted the baby in Aiden's arms. "Take care of this baby! She is your responsibility for life. Congratulations on being a father!" She laughed as if she had told the world's funniest joke. "Who is she?" Aiden asked, confused. "She is the daughter of the lady you killed," the woman replied, rolling her eyes. "She had a daughter," Aiden murmured to himself in disbelief. Everything had happened so fast. "Whatever," the woman said, leaving Aiden with the baby.

He pulls the woman into his arms and kisses the top of her head while she looks at me like she wants to rip my dick off, and here I am naked as the day I was born making it way too easy for her. There’s another woman to the side who only looks a little older. She’s short with a bob and is smirking and I think nodding in approval at the fact I just got decked. That Luna can throw a punch, I’ll give her that, I can still taste blood in my mouth. “No, I will not go easy, this sorry excuse of a man is why our daughter is suffering,” she says and while her face still looks angry, I can see how worried she is for her daughter.

"Your daughter consumed us. She ate my family. She tortured us for two years. She's traumatized? She's the victim?" "Yes," the woman said. Simply. Certainly. "She is. My daughter came to your world offering gift. Offering evolution. Offering partnership. You responded with violence. With imprisonment. With torture. You—" "She killed people!" Reaper shouted. "She tried to enslave humanity! She—" "She tried to save you," the woman said. "From yourselves. From your limitations. From your—your humanity." She said the word like curse. Like insult. "My daughter saw potential. Saw what you could become. Tried to help. And you—you punished her for it."

Bryan’s remark annoyed me to no end. I was wrong about him. He hit on Mom, and it was not recent, either. Mom pushed me to the ground, the broken shard on the floor piercing into my back. An excruciating pain washed over me. Without looking at me, Mom cupped Bryan’s face between her hands. “Does it hurt, Bryan? Let me blow the pain away.” They made me sick to my stomach. Despite her years on earth, Mom lost all reason and turned against me, her daughter, for a man.

When Xander arrived, he stood up and turned toward us, then froze. Drake: You look so much like your mother. He wanted to rush toward me, but I dodged a step back, which made him stop. Xander gently squeezed my hand and said, Alexander: Your daughter went through absolute hell wherever she was. She has no memory of you yet, and, for goodness' sake, I'm the only one who can easily touch her right now. You have to take it slow and let her come to you.