Bless The Daughter Raised By A Voice In Her Head Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I love you, Dad. Thank you for taking me in and raising me so well, I am so lucky to have you” “I am the lucky one here kido” Mr Fisher smiled The father- daughter duo hugged for a couple of minutes and went to sleep. Alison's night hunted again by a weird dream she had few days ago, She floated in a vast silver space, her hair now silver glowing, her eyes shining like beacons. Around her, a swirling void of darkness clawed at her light. She pushed and reached deep within, something ancient responding to her will then a blast of silver energy burst from her chest, pushing the darkness back.

All I feel is burning, blinding pain erupting through my skull as he grabs both sides of my head, his face now pulled apart as he whispers, “You are not to question if she lives or not. I told you to find her. Is that so hard for you to comprehend?” Blood pools into my mouth as he shoves me away. I fall to the side as blood from the side of my head enters my eye as I hear him say, "My daughter would not die so easily. I know what I raised. She was able to convince someone to take her, and the person clearly does not fear me enough to refute her plea,”

“No, Hazel. I didn’t kidnap her daughter. But… she’s inside me.” Hazel’s grin faltered. “Inside you? Okay, you really need to backtrack. What the hell are you talking about?” I hesitated. This was the part I had never told her yet. Finally, I said quietly, “There’s a voice in my head. Her name is Jade.” Hazel went still. Shock was all over my face. “You’re serious.” I nodded. “And this… Jade, you’re saying she’s the daughter Agnes is looking for?”

He managed to lift his head just enough to shoot me a glare so full of hatred, so laced with the promise of vengeance, that I knew I had just made an enemy for life. I had shattered his pride. Destroyed the reputation he had built for years. And he would never forgive me for it. I stood in the ring, my chest heaving, my heart hammering. All of a sudden, a blinding, searing pain exploded inside my skull. My knees buckled as visions slammed into my mind. There was a woman’s voice. Soft yet commanding. “You must survive, my daughter.” There was blood, a battle and a burning village. Those were the last things I saw before darkness cocooned me whole.

She said. “You gave birth to a child, just so you could kill her?” I asked. “Sweetie. Why are you so surprised? I’m a hell God. Remember?” She asked. “I haven’t forgotten. How could I? Thanks to you, I’m a hell God’s granddaughter.” I said. “Exactly. Which is why you should start showing me a little more respect.” She said. “That’s never going to fucking happen. And you really shouldn’t have pissed off the Moon Goddess like that.” I said.

I kneel down to offer respect. “ welcome my daughter, you have done me so much great favor ”a hoarse voice comes from in between the lightening. “ You have to use the blue eyes that have been given to you to know who is good and who is your enemy ” the voice adds as I listen on attentively .

Seconds before she fell onto the track, she had seen something that attracted her attention. I grabbed the police officer's arm and exclaimed emotionally, "Listen! That's my daughter's voice! She's shouting about a balloon!" The police officers exchanged glances with each other. They frowned as they played the video again. "There are too many other noises. I can't hear it." "No! Listen closely! You can definitely hear her!" I said as I held the phone closer to their ears. Just then, Gabriel dashed toward us and snatched the phone out of my hand.

"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 tell him honestly, and I am surprised when he nods his head and his eyes show no grief or anger. “I understand that. And I will never tell you to choose between them and me. As you have said, they raised you, and they love you. And all I see is good people who did everything in their power to keep you safe. I think it would be more wrong if you didn’t want to keep them in your life.” Adam answers calmly with no judgment. “Thank you,” I whisper. “No, it is I who thank you. I am the lucky one, getting a chance to know my daughter.” Adam said, sounding happy and relieved, and smiled a little.

' The newspaper's headline screamed, [Silverbay tsunami claims thousands, leaves nearly a hundred children orphaned. I laid them out in front of Evelyn. "You're not my flesh and blood. I adopted you after the tsunami. The 'father' who died too soon? That was a story I made up. I was scared that knowing you were an orphan would break your heart and make you feel alienated." Evelyn's look went from puzzled to shocked, and then to utterly devastated. "You... What are you talking about? How can I not be your daughter? That's impossible!"