The Woman's Daughter Novels & Stories

She definitely wouldn't give up without a fight. … As expected, I received a call from the police while I was working one day. "Your daughter has done something terrible, Ms. Breeson. We need you to rush here as soon as possible!"

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

Eight years ago, my daughter, Joey Porter, was stuck in the desert of death. Her GPS had blinked out, and she ran out of supplies. She kept calling for me for over a dozen hours over the walkie-talkie. The only rescue team was an hour's flight away from her, only to get intercepted halfway there. Later on, I found out that my wife, Ruby Shaw, spent 800 thousand dollars bribing the dispatch center, rerouting the rescue team's flight route just so they could save Ruby's younger brother, Howard Shaw, instead. Howard had had too much to drink at that time, causing him to lose his way outside the resort that was located at the edge of the desert. When he was found, it turned out that he was a

"The Martinez family?" "You dare lay a hand on my daughter? There won't be a Martinez family for much longer."

I had not tested it out yet. "Mother always has been odd for our kind. She likes other species, she finds the beauty in them. She likes other females, and a lifetime of mostly male company has made her desire a daughter. She could not have another child after me, despite trying, so she has taken to playing match maker. I think it is a round about way to get the daughter she wanted, and maybe the wolf too. She has always wanted a wolf." The last part does nothing to settle me. "What kind of wolf are we speaking of?"

Burning money, we didn't have. My mother began draping her hand over his wide-set shoulders, patting his back, trying to soothe down his temper. "Eaton, my dear. Rethink this, please? She is useful to us, she helps us with Evan." How, my own mother seemed so detached when speaking of her only daughter, did its best to sting. I was no more than a mistake now, in her eyes. Something that she did and unfortunately, now could never get rid of.

Veer defended, leaving me looking puzzled as I watched the angry woman pour out on me. “Whose fault is it then? She is the reason my daughter is in a coma and you said it’s not her fault? Look here, Nadia. If anything happens to my daughter, I will make India super hot for you. Nonsense,” the woman ventured and went away. I returned my puzzled eyes to Veer. “What was she talking about?” I queried. “What did I do to her daughter?” “You have to relax, Nadia. Stop minding the woman.”

I strode to the place and called. “Daddy, why didn't you call us? Why is there another woman? Is she part of the family?” I questioned, almost crying as I tugged his suit for answers. My father was embarrassed as he looked at his friends snickering and whispering. He gave me the death glare. “Daddy, who is this?” the little girl asked. “I am his daughter. And this woman..”I pointed to the woman at the corner, “is my mother.” The woman holding the little girl glanced at him.

says the other guard "Please, my lady, I need a job. My father was killed, and my uncle took over the family business and is trying to sell me into marriage to a noble, but I don't want to marry him, so please give me a job," she says "Who are you?" I ask, " I am Revdea Ubris, the Daughter of Nyx," she says as I look at her in surprise because all the gods and goddesses have at least one mortal descendant or child, except Nyx, at least until now

Since then, he and his ancestors have fallen upon him to hunt them down and try to eliminate them and prevent them from going outside the Bermuda Triangle in vain, until she appears, the flame of hope that they have been waiting for centuries gone by, they hear about in the legends that his mother used to tell him, the tale of the daughter of the sun, a woman born from The light of its rays, its blood carries miracles, capable of burning entire cities, including them, leaving them to ashes, no one can confront them, and there is no weapon on the face of the earth capable of stopping them. And here he stands in her presence, separated only by a fragile glass, bearing witness to her suffering,