Novel & Cerita Bella Swan And Edward Cullen Daughter

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“Johanne Why did you never tell me you were pregnant? “Because you have never believed in me, you have always put a barrier of trust between the two of us. Would you believe that it was yours? “Johanne, not a single day has passed in which I have not stopped thinking about you, and everything we could have been together, but you are right, the circumstances did not allow me to trust you. "But about the people who really wanted to hurt you, this conversation is not going to go anywhere," Johanne tried to get up from the chair, but Edward stopped her. “Johanne, allow me to meet Bella, she is my daughter and I want to answer for her as such” Johanne doubted it for a few moments, she stared at h

She'd probably hate to see us, especially after what went down today. When Jake bolted to the pack hospital, cradling Elena who was out cold, not a second passed before we all trailed behind. Her once flawless honeyed skin now marred by burns and marks haunted our thoughts. We'd attempted to diffuse the tension earlier knowing full well of Alice's envy towards Elena. But by the time we arrived, the damage was done... It must have been agonizing for her, wouldn't it? Did she deserve any of it? Maybe not... or maybe yes?

It belongs to my sister Cordelia. Celeste and I are careful not to let go of each other's hands as we look down at Willow. "Cordie?" Celeste questions as she looks down at Willow. "Who else would I be?" Cordelia says as she stretches her arms to her sides and reaches up to touch the side of her neck. "I have been trying to reach out to you two for years now. Would you like to explain why my daughter has been marked by a werewolf?"

I looked into his sad eyes "She never told Bryson." I gasped in horror "for months he kept asking about her whereabouts but, we knew nothing. He eventually started to send out search parties. She was never found". I laid my head on his shoulder and whispered to him. "She relocated to America and attended Boston University for business, which is why you never found her" he hung his head and started to cry. "I do not know who my father is, he has to be a werewolf. Callan said I have a strong aura so, maybe he is an Alpha.”

Then he pulled up in front of a private villa. I stayed back and watched. The front door opened, and a woman ran straight into his arms. “Adrian, you’re finally here. The baby missed you.” Under the light by the doorway, I saw her face clearly. Lydia Ashcroft. The daughter of the Alpha of Redcliff Pack. The same woman Mrs. Hale had once praised at the full moon banquet for her bloodline, the same woman she had called the perfect mother for Blackthorn’s future heir. And her stomach was already beginning to swell.

“Honey, we all belong to him. You’re just another toy to add to his collection.” “Yes, but she is ‘special’,” another girl said. She was as beautiful as the rest, but her skin was the color of dark chocolate. “The daughter of his enemy.” Elise said, “She’s not that special. I bet she doesn’t know how to fuck to save her life.” “But let us not forget who her father killed.” The dark-skinned woman continued. They formed a circle around me. I’ve never felt like prey as I did at that moment. “Who?” I panted. “Whom did he kill?” My father killed countless werewolves, and he didn’t keep a list.

Her hair whipped in the wind, eyes chasms of green. Katharine. Julian, Mikaela and Caspian took a step back, watching my daughter unleash her powers in a brutal display. Sadness stung my nose and throat. With a flick of her wrist, Katharine sent more debris tumbling to the lawn, crushing the flowers we had grown together below. That wasn't my daughter. That was the purest form of magic there was. Power in its truest form. I turned towards my mates. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," I spoke to Julian. "I am sorry that I have been utterly stubborn since the day you met me. But she is my daughter. My only flesh and blood. If I give up on her, there will be no one left in her corner."

King Alexander released a deep sighed then turned to Lucian and said, “Lucian, Cybelle is your daughter. We save her from the demon who killed your wife.” Lucian clenched his fist in anger. All this time he thought wrong. He thought Alexander and Leia killed his wife. Lucian fell on his knees while staring at Cybelle, who was groaning in pain. He studied the girl's face. It looks like his wife is alive. Tears blurred his vision, he couldn't stop the tears from pouring down. It was no doubt the girl is his daughter. His daughter, Bella. “Bella...” he murmured. “I'm sorry, Bella. I'm sorry, daddy didn't recognize you.” he weeps and stood up then approached Cybelle.

BELLA I stared at Elowen, my heart pounding against my chest. Her face, once familiar and warm, now seemed like the face of a stranger. “Let’s see how you plan to redeem yourself, Elowen. But for now… I can’t trust you. I’m sorry, but I really can’t.” Her lips trembled as tears spilled down her cheeks. “I understand. You have every right not to trust me. I’m the daughter of the man who killed your father. But Bella…” she looked up, her voice shaking, “I’m not my father.”