Bless The Daughter Raised By A Voice In Her Head นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" How is the trailer bastard?? Are you enjoying it?? Don't worry...Your daughter will get more than this. You are so ugly but your daughter is like a fairy. Are you sure she is your real daughter?? The voice said and started laughing. "This is just a trailer. Next time I will send you the full movie. In this movie you will see your daughter's sufferings when I will bury my cock deep inside her". Saying that the voice again laughed like a lunatic and the video ended. Listening to his disgusting words I am feeling like puking. I am feeling angry, helpless and vulnerable. This sick psycho is going to rape my daughter. Hey, God..please save my daughter. I can't let that happen.

Speaking directly for the first time since Bestowing the Immortality blessing. "My daughter," the Goddess said. Her voice had a weight and a sorrow that hurt my chest. “You have found the last plan of the old order. To reveal my imperfection. To mass reject and thus invert my blessing into a curse. Now, before you enter this conversation, you should know something.”

Chapter One Hundred Twenty-seven [Heartbreaks] Ericka's head tilts skyward, gazing at God in heaven and touching her heart, where His spirit resides, as her heart soars and her tired mind becomes lighted upon hearing the voice of her lovely oldest daughter. Her five children have already failed to acknowledge her as their biological mother, and their father has disowned her as his former wife, so she lets out a big exhale to relieve all the heavy baggage that has been accumulated for so many years.

As the noise continued, the little girl who looked to be five cried over and over again, hugging herself and backing away to the wall. "She is your daughter, Beatrix, get that into your head" I heard a loud male voice roar with a groan "I'm warning you, if you cause any harm to my daughter, you would regret it. Mark my words." the voice repeatedly growled. "She is my daughter and that's why I can do whatever I want with her. And you, Vincent, would not be able to stop me" a lady's voice uttered, a sharp, shrieking voice that made my head throb at recognition.

As Iris traced her children’s glowing orbs with a trembling hand, a strange pull tugged at her chest. Then she heard it—a high, soft voice that sent chills down her spine: "Mother…" Her eyes flew open, golden and black flames dancing wildly in her irises. It wasn’t the moon. It wasn’t Damon. It was her unborn daughter—speaking to her from beyond the veil.

She tied the camel to the branch of a tree near the cave and she approached the cave after. When she got close, “Kaina!” She shouted loudly, “Kaina, listen to me! Hear my voice, my daughter! Hear my voice! Follow it.” She said it over and over to make a noise. She knew what her daughter was going through inside, but she didn’t know if her daughter was going through the same trials now, as what also happened to her before. HANA’S eyes are closed as she heard whispers from the darkness. “Kaina, listen to me! Hear my voice, my daughter! Hear my voice! Follow it.”

The memory of her voice echoed faintly in my mind, soft and warm, before Zac had taken everything from me. But I wasn't here to think about him. Not tonight. "Moon Goddess," I whispered, my voice barely louder than the wind rustling through the leaves. "I need your guidance. Please. I don't know what's happening to my daughter." The words caught in my throat. Hope had been distant lately, waking with screams I couldn't soothe, staring at mirrors like they held secrets I couldn't see. Damon had noticed too, his dark eyes following our daughter with concern that deepened the lines around his mouth.

Which thanks to my mother will not happen for a few years. Callan drops on the bed beside me and pushes me into a spooning position as he falls asleep. I cuddled up to him with today’s events puzzling my mind. before I fall asleep, I hear the whisper of a voice “you will be reborn my daughter, I will see it done.” It chills me, and I know that I am not going to fall asleep for the rest of the night.

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

Can her parents please come with us to take her body back? The officer was speaking in a language that I knew, yet I had no idea what he was saying. I understood every word the officer said, but when put together, none of it made any sense to me in my mind. My daughter was dead? That was impossible! I refused to believe it. She had been lying in my arms just last night, listening to a bedtime story before going to sleep. How could she have already left the world today? Camden kept saying something to me, but I couldn't hear him. I also had no idea how I made it to the hospital.