Alcina Dimitrescu Daughters Novels & Stories

"Yes, who am I speaking with?" "Oh lovely. I'm Rebecca. Rebecca Dumont." I sit up straight immediately. That name was on Stanley's folder. The Dumonts are practically royalty, with the wealth and status to back them up. They've been long time business partners of the Escarrás and so they have a great relationship with them. Except recently, Rebecca Dumont, the only daughter in the Dumont family, has had to draw a battle line with Diana, for some reasons unknown. Stanley's folder described her as a mischievous, calculating and stunning woman, who loved excitement but over the phone, she sounds so innocent. They were talks of her getting married to Diana's oldest son but the engagement crashed

she asked. "My family's hotel chain sponsors the hospital wing," Killian explained. "What about you?" "My father too," Avelina said, the words still strange on her tongue. "Robert Morussa." "That's incredible." Killian smiled. "When we became friends, things were so different. Now you're—" "An heiress," Alina said, appearing beside them. "Hi. I'm the other daughter. Alina." "Killian." He shook her hand. "Nice to meet you again."

“That’s enough for me.” “Two?” Nandru said with surprise as he leaned forward. “I was only aware of your encounter with Wadim, who, although illegitimate, was of Dracula’s seed. Who else have you encountered?” He quickly surmised that I must be referring to Doru, who was unfortunate enough to be visiting Wadim at the time of the massacre. “Oh, you mean Doru, Dracula’s second born.” “Oh, hell, I forgot about him,” I grumbled. “So then I’ve met three sons, two with status and one bastard freak.”

"You are just as how I saw you in my vision. Don't worry, you'll see Zoey and your daughter soon." Dimitri looked up at her in shock. "Are you just saying that to make me feel better?" "No, I've seen it. King Lucifer will fall, and your mate and daughter will go home with you." Dimitri got hopeful. "So, do you know where they are?" "No," Lucinda sighed. "But we'll find out soon." Dimitri's mind seemed at ease for now. Lucinda's views landed on Declan. She noticed he was trying to distance himself from them. She saw the pain in his eyes. But before she could call to him. The ghostly image of Cedella stepped from behind him. Hiding behind her transparent figure was a Dark Fae.

“I overheard madam Salma and her daughter ,?Renee , talking about the incident ... Simon didn’t violate her , she made it all up. So I decided to record the whole conversation , I don’t know if it will be useful to you.” She said , handing it over to me. I looked at it , “well , I don’t know of what usefulness it would be to me yet , but I would keep it anyway.” I placed it in my bag. “That’s not all Madam. I also did what you asked , I found out the Galterios have a daughter. Madam Alexandra’s granddaughter , Luciana ... apparently she owns the heart of that wicked witch.” Greta added.

"Who is that, and why is she dressed like that for Miss Delucca’s birthday party?" “Don't you know? Danica is the illegitimate daughter of the Delucca family.”

For all the destruction, for all the chaos he unleashed, Calix had still protected something. And that meant he could still lose. But it also meant he wasn’t completely lost. Ruth slid into the seat across from her, offering a slim tablet. “Interpol confirmed the coordinates,” she said softly. “The girl exists. Name: Emilia Varga. Age thirteen. Enrolled in a private academy just outside Bucharest. Dual citizenship. Raised by a guardian registered under a defunct aid organization tied to one of Calix’s earliest ghost accounts.” Lena studied the photo. The girl was sitting on a school bench, legs crossed, a violin case beside her. Auburn hair. Quiet eyes. A posture that spoke of both disciplin

he said bitterly. “He just needs to be shown the value,” Doru assured him. “Give him time.” Doru knew that it would take more than a little time to make Dracula see the benefits of what his bastard son had done. Dracula was set in his ways and listened to only Doru’s mother. Although not his only wife, she was his favorite wife. She had a hard enough time accepting the children Dracula fathered with his other wives, let alone those born illegitimate. She would never encourage him to honor one of his bastard children. They were a bitter reminder of Dracula’s wandering ways and she felt nothing but hostility for them. It didn’t matter that Wadim was born before she married him. He was a bastar

“It would be weird to be called Lord Emrick by the mother of the werewolf who preferred to call me by my name.” “I only show respect, Lord Emrick,” said Mrs. Lucian, her voice not showing any trace of mockery. “Just Alaric please.” He insisted. “Well, why don’t you join us, Alaric?” a sweet voice of a wavy blond hair sitting beside Elaina Lucian spoke. Alaric chose to sit in the empty seat opposite the two sisters. “And your name, madam?” asked Alaric looking at her. “I’m Luisa. Nimue is my daughter,” she said smiling at him then looking at her daughter.

Ditus asked. “No, I will ask tomorrow. I am sure they will be sent out ASAP. He will want to know who she is as soon as possible. I do know he wants pictures of her as well. Which is a good thing. Stephano did tell me that Uncle Poseidon’s daughters disappeared a month or so ago from New Mexico where they were living with their grandmother. Who, by the way, was not their grandmother. Her name was Tavylia.” I replied. “Let me guess she also knew Dimitrios. We should have killed him when we had the chance.” Adrestra hissed.