The Woman's Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

I held his gaze once more, completely unaware of why he was looking at me like that all of a sudden. “Fay… As in Colby Fay? Are you… Are you his daughter?” Mason barked out a laugh, so loud I flinched. “Look at that, Milo.” He turned to look at his brother, patting him on the shoulder. “She’s the White Fox’s daughter. So, the rumors were true, eh? Feck, your old man did sell you out.” I clenched my fists by my side, not wanting them to know they had hit a sensitive spot. If this were any other moment in the past, I would have snapped at them immediately. But now that Archie and I were on good terms, it didn’t bother me anymore.

She curled deep into her mother’s embrace. My jaw tightened. Gory or not, I’ll be damned if I let anyone paint my daughter out to be some freak. Even if I knew something had to be up, I couldn’t give them that satisfaction. So I leaned down, brushing my daughter’s hair gently. “Hey, honey, what are you doing?” I asked softly. She lifted her head, drawing her eyes from one face to another before dropping it back to the paper. “It is the woman, mother.” I knitted my brows, getting more confused than I thought possible.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

she said cheerfully. “Oh my, is this your daughter, sir?” the woman asked. “She’s grown so much.” “You know me?” Stephie asked, curious. The woman nodded. “We’ve known you since you were a baby.” Stephie pointed at the shy little girl. “Who’s she?” The child quickly hid behind the man beside the woman. “That’s Miles,” she explained. “Our daughter.” “Can I play with her?” “Of course,” the woman smiled. “But didn’t your parents say you need to rest first?”

Dad pulled out his phone with shaking hands to call 911, but Mom lunged forward and grabbed it. "Don't! You can't call anyone!" Her voice cracked with tears. "If people find out she's dead, they'll say we abused her! Beau hasn't been born yet... We can't have this on our record!" "She's our daughter!" Dad roared, losing his temper with Mom for the first time ever. "Look at her! She's only seven years old! How can you be so heartless?!" He shoved Mom aside and dialed 911, choking out our address through his sobs.

Real mother of the year. My breath caught. I was aware of my appearance, messy hair, red eyes, but I did not deserve this. "Don't do this. Where is she, please, tell me where she is.” "I don't care," he snapped. "You're an omega. Weak. Pathetic. And your daughter too--wolfless and useless.” I had not time to answer, when I heard a voice behind him, which I knew was his. " urgh... she is back?

No wonder Riley insisted on having her sleeping here, it was a little girl’s mansion. I heard music talking coming from the back as I approached the house so I followed it. I looked between the cracks of the gate and saw the group of girls dancing and playing in their pajamas. My attention was quickly drawn to August who was talking to a woman. She was stunning and matched the settling of his home. She also looked familiar but I couldn’t place her. Maybe her type was what he was looking for, put together classy businesswoman.

] Some even told me not to save Summer. [She doesn't deserve your goodwill!] Seeing the comments, Summer went utterly unhinged, screaming and thrashing around the hospital room. The police and HR department from work arrived at her room. Seeing them, Summer yelled with widened eyes, "What are you doing here? Are you here to arrest me?" My parents immediately stood in front of Summer, protecting her. "You can't take away our daughter. She did nothing wrong. This was all our doing. We did this." "No. It was Sienna. She pretended to be Summer. The job belonged to Summer."

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

the woman said, her voice hoarse. “I am no coward; I don’t care; I will be here for her forever; nothing will happen to my daughter under my watch,” her father snapped. “Do you know who she is? She is not even your daughter,” the woman snapped back. “She is my daughter’s witch; my mate gave a bitch to her; I watched her push her out,” he argued back. The woman turned to Alaric in panic.