Novel & Cerita As If Daughter Manga

Ever since she was a little girl she'd always been passionate about the supernatural side of the world, and now she'd be laughing her ass off. Asdria- that was her daughter's name, she looked like a porcelain doll; milk-white skin, big light lilac eyes, full, red lips, rosy cheeks, and the hair that danced on her face that shone when gazing at the starry sky and the beautiful new moon in the stone garden. -Daughter- the shrill yet sweet voice, Asdria is the only person who can boast to hear the sweetness of her father's voice, for to anyone else the voice is another, and nothing compared.

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

I had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."

Just like her. Adrian moved to intervene, but Ayesha held up a hand. “This is mine.” Her father smiled. “Good.” Then he attacked. Father vs. Daughter Ayesha dodged his first strike. Blocked the second. But the third? She wasn’t fast enough. Azim’s elbow slammed into her jaw, sending her staggering back. She recovered fast. She always did. Then? She struck back. Her fist connected with his ribs. Her father grunted, stumbling. But he was still smiling.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

Lancer looked toward the little girl standing far away from him, quietly explaining. Now that he looked closely at his daughter after a long time, only now did he realize.. how Ana became so thinner, far thinner than how he remembered her from the past. As if, she can be blown away easily by the wind. Her favorite oversized sweater, hung loosely over her shoulders, making her seem even more smaller. Those pair of dull eyes had dark circles beneath them, as her breathing was quieter.. too weak. “Really?” Ana pursed her lips, revealing a dot on her cheeks, as she chuckled in quiet mockery, “Whose father will skip their daughter's birthday if they dont know they have another daughter outside?”

“Then Northridge will honor her choice, and any wolf who mocks the servant brown mocks the blood it protects.” Bardolph said nothing, but when I glanced at him, I saw something like awe in his face. I looked away before memory could make that expression hurt. (Ashina POV) The moon cell chains burned my wrists, but my father’s touch still warmed my cheek like a promise nobody else could understand. He had come. He called me daughter. He had not freed me yet, but I knew better than to mistake delay for abandonment. My father loved tests more than rescue. He believed hunger made loyalty sharper, and pain taught daughters which parts of their hearts were still too soft.

"You get them to safety. Promise me." "As you wish, your Majesty." The Valkyrie pounced on my mates and I ripped my hand from Caspian's, sprinting to the edge of Katharine's power. I heard them scream my name. Heard Caspian cursing each one of my girls and Julian roaring that they were dooming me. Mikaela cried, her sobs almost breaking her chest open. But I focused on my daughter instead. On the power vibrating off of her in great waves. "It is you and me until the very end, baby girl."

"Blood doesn’t make family Azura, bonds do. To me, you are and always will be the daughter of Elijah and Scarlett Westwood, and even then, I don’t hate you." "Their daughter…" A soft smile crossed her lips and she seemed to relax. "Isn’t it funny… that although you hate them, hearing you say that you consider me their daughter really makes me happy…" "You really are a psycho." I murmured, "You’re mood changes like the fucking British weather…" "Yeah, I'm a little crazy, but you don’t seem to mind it." She replied, her hands running up my shoulders, and I tensed, every nerve in my body reacting to her touch.

"Dad, I might be only five years old, but my senses aren't dull. You never shield your mind-link from that she-wolf Seraphina Ashwood, so I've known for a while. "She's a warrior you recently transferred back from the border, right? She's 23 years old, barely an adult. Dad, how could you even bring yourself to do it?" "Lyra," Kael roared, unleashing his Alpha dominance. All the vessels in the room began to hum and vibrate. "Keep your voice down. Mom is bathing," Lyra said, her voice steady. "Dad, I'm not here to fight with you. I'm here to tell you that if you want to have your fun, go ahead. But don't tarnish the pack house.