Bellatrix Daughter Novels & Stories

Bella looked up from Alexander's chest with teary eyes. "Alexander, go away. I'm not worthy of you. You don't know my identity, which is why you claim to love me. When you know my identity, you'll leave, slapping this love in my face," Bella said, still clutching Alexander's shirt. "I don't care about anything except you," Alexander said, gently wiping her tears with his fingers. "You say that because you think I'm Bella Zaman Shah, the daughter of Zaman Shah, the legitimate granddaughter of Mehmet Yilmaz. But that's not my identity..." Bella stepped back from Alexander and remained silent for a moment. Alexander looked at her, puzzled.

he said while walking towards his car. Alba crosses her slender legs, while sitting in the balcony to take a fresh air. But suddenly her Ex-husband appear in front of her while holding the one glass of wine. "Would you mind having drink with me," he said, his voice soft that seemingly rubbing into her stone heart. "What the heck," she muttered and Dismissed the thought then face at him without drawing an emotion into her face. "No thanks," she said and the corner of his eyebrow was raised then lifted his shoulder. "Okay, I'm here to give you a good news," he said and her eyes were tingle and look straight into his eyes. "Spit it out," she ordered and he cleared his throat first before speaki

“Who are you? I don’t recognize you.” “None of your business,” I snapped, reaching for Sarah. Only when she was safely tucked under my arm did my wolf relax. “Figures you would hook up with some penniless drifter,” Scarlet laughed, like our union was absolutely hilarious. “Who else would want soiled goods?” My hand whipped out, and before she could suck in her last cackle, I had her slender neck in my grip. Her eyes widened. “What do you think you are doing?” She whisper-yelled. “Do you know who I am? I’m the beta’s daughter! I’m the future luna! My father will have your head!”

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.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

I took a deep breath and picked up the necklace, “Zephyra, have you ever wondered what the Initials A.T and D.T stand for?” She took the necklace from me and looked closely, “I had never noticed it before, I just know that when I felt lost, I would read this and freak thundering would happen” “According to you, your mother’s name was Cassandra, and you never knew your father’s name” Zephyra nodded her head “A.T and D.T are our initials Athena Thunders and Dominic Thunders Luna and Alpha of the Blood Moon pack and you are our daughter Zephyra Thunders” “and if you still do not believe us we can have a paternity test done, you just say when”

‘I’m doomed,’ Vincent told to himself. During the dinner in the Wyatt’s mansion, Vincent saw the said daughter of Astell. But all he knows is that the pretty woman who’s standing beside Astell is his daughter, and that her name is Harriet. He did not remember Reese at all, as Harriet’s face is hard to forget. It was only her whom Vincent saw that night, and it made him feel like it is the first time he saw Reese, who introduced herself as Astell’s daughter. ‘But, didn’t Mr. Wyatt has one daughter?’

"I've heard some interesting things this morning." "Have you?" "Selene came to see me. She was... quiet upset." I said nothing. "She told me about the servant girl," he continued. "The one you've been sneaking off to see." "She's not a servant girl," I said quietly. "She's the former Beta's daughter." My father's eyes narrowed. "The Beta's daughter? The one who can't shift?" "She's not wolfless. She's just... dormant. She needs to be triggered."

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

He asked. “You can’t come between mates. The werewolf council will hang you. Alpha Ethan will rip you to shreds.” I insisted. “What the hell makes you think he wants to be mated to my daughter anyway? I’m doing you a favour.” He says. “He wants me dad. He is coming to get me.” I say. And his head snapped back at Alpha James and then back at me. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that the ballroom is being prepped as we speak.” My father said in a scarily calm voice.