The Woman's Daughter Novels & Stories

My attention was diverted to the woman next to him when she suddenly reacted from what my father had said. “She still has to prove many things because she will become the next queen, Damon.” I can't take my eyes off her. The woman next with dad was beautiful. She has long curly hair, wears dark makeup and a long dress and I could say that dark suits her. The woman is not familiar to me, so I know that I didn't meet her before. I know that this is the first I have seen her my entire life, so I was wondering who that girl is. “Don't worry because my daughter will prove her worth for the crown when the time comes. I know that she was also deserving of this.” Dad replied and the woman just smile

Meanwhile, Catelyn was not annoyed by the woman and continued to question calmly, "Alright. I guess I've misjudged you, then. If that's the case, please tell me your daughter's name. I'm willing to apologize to her for my ignorance." "My daughter..." The woman paused once again. She instinctively turned to look at the crowd, but the man who agreed with her earlier had already disappeared. She paled. After all, her daughter did not actually die from cancer caused by formaldehyde.

I looked to my right and saw a woman in her younger years and a little boy walking side by side. The woman stopped to see me, then at the sorceress. Confused and with concern, she carried her child in her arms. "Yzreal, who is this?" "Young Lady, Christabel, this woman has come to see your father." So this woman is that bastard's daughter. I haven't seen Merkoff, but his daughter doesn't inherit the scum personality. "My father," the young woman pulls her attention to me. "I'm sorry, Miss…"

"Sorry... Levi?" I grabbed the woman's arm before I even saw her face. "Please. Please help me find my daughter!" I looked up. Short hair. A stern face. I recognized her–Maya Tate, from the village I grew up in. I had heard she had gotten involved in some rough circles, that she had some influence now. "Maya, please. My wife took my daughter. She's going to kill her." I tried to shove all the cash in my wallet into her hand. She didn't take it. She pulled me to my feet.

With a clenched jaw, she glanced sideways, her eyes narrowing as she shot a threatening look at her daughter. Jamie followed the gaze and froze for a moment. The girl was painfully thin, her hair dull and brittle from malnutrition. The woman gave her daughter a shove, causing the little girl to fall to the ground, rubbing her eyes and crying pitifully. The woman immediately turned the situation to her advantage. “Look at that! You scared my daughter into tears. You owe me compensation!” Jamie couldn’t believe her ears. Was this woman out of her mind? But the woman’s brazen tactics made it crystal clear that she was after money. Judging by how seamlessly the two worked together, this wasn’t t

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they heard a middle-aged woman's heartbroken shouting. "Conrad, how can you be so heartless, making me, an old woman, bury my young daughter? You sent her to prison. It's like she's dead. She can't even be filial to her mother. Do you know that our whole family relies on her to eat?" "How dare you send her to prison?" "sob... My daughter, how can I live without you? I'm so old, do I still have to go out to work?" The woman's hair was disheveled, and she held a dagger in her hand, crying and trying to stab Conrad.

“She’s a woman.” Twenty-three years old. Not exactly aged but not a child. My father huffed. “You’re protective of her already. You always had a thing for strays.” “She’s the daughter of a top lieutenant under Roríguez. She’s hardly a flea-ridden mutt found on the street.” “You already had your time with one of those.” The muscles of my jaw tightened, yet I worked to keep my appearance stoic. This was a fight I was tired of having. Besides, it no longer applied.

I looked at Rael who was behind me, also staring at the young girl. “So…you have a daughter?” I asked grittily. If she dies right now…who would take care of her daughter? I shook my head. So what? I shouldn’t care about that. “P-Please…I am sorry…I just loved your…father and…” she cried more and hugged her daughter. I closed my eyes intently and turned to Rael. I heard her whisper the young girl’s name, “Hera…baby…” she cried. “Put the girl away,” I said emotionless. The woman’s lips parted. The young girl cried and pushed Rael away, but Rael successfully put her outside.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

"He's right, though. Stay off the bike. We don't want anything to happen to you." We. I'm being raised by everyone and no one. My dad's not with Toren. He's one million percent committed and in love with his wife, my mother , his teen sweetheart. But she's gone now, and my father is a thirty-two-year-old rock star with a seventeen-year-old daughter, trying to act like he's not broken and lost and on the verge of losing the very definition of his shit. But I know better. He's afraid something's going to happen to me too. That I'll be here one moment and gone the next. And I don't blame him for feeling that way at all because I feel it, too.