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

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

As if heaven were infuriated. _____ A person resting under the shade of the tree wakes up with sweat all over her face. “Tsk, nightmare again.” She wiped it with her hand. When she tilted her head from left to right, a cracking sound can be heard. As soon as she stands up, a gust of cold wind passed over her entire person. She smiled, “Ma, I'm sorry, your daughter died long ago.” Her bloodshed eyes and demonic like smile form an eerie aura. She then shouted, “I am… your Son! ZITREY d' NIGHTROAD!”

There's a soft rustling in the underbrush, a whisper carried on the wind, and in it, she hears the familiar voice of her mother. "Tonya," the voice says, like the rustling of leaves in a summer breeze. "My brave daughter, you are never alone. You walk the path I set for you, and I am with you always. Trust your instincts, follow your heart, and you will find the truth you seek."

Millions of minds. Millions of bonds. And beneath all of them, buried deeper than the network itself, another voice whispered directly into her mind. A voice she had never heard before. “Daughter.” Rei's eyes widened. The voice continued. “You finally came home.”

"No, I haven't. Dad, in our previous lives, this is exactly how you bullied Mom. You pushed her, insulted her, and called her worthless. In this lifetime, I won't let you lay a finger on her again." Stunned and wary of the dagger, Kael took an unconscious step back. Lyra advanced step by step, blade held steady. "Get out," she said. "Leave, now. From now on, if you have anything to say, say it through the Council. If you so much as touch Mom again, I will make you bleed. I'm only five years old and fighting to protect my mother, so even if I kill an Alpha, the Moon Goddess won't condemn me."

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

I no longer expected anything from them. All the sincerity I had poured into them… I considered it thrown to the dogs. I wouldn’t pursue it anymore. Because I was dizzy, I underwent a brain CT scan. The results confirmed a mild concussion. Mira stared in disbelief. "Did your mom do this too?" I nodded bitterly. Instantly, outrage exploded across her face. "What kind of mother could be this cruel to her own daughter?!"

It was more like my body just wouldn't fight back as my mind had shut down. I could barely register Raymond's sleazy hand roaming my body and touching me in places…. Fuck. Just when he was about to remove my underwear from beneath my skirt, a voice appeared in my head. A voice that was so familiar but because it was so damn long since I heard it, sounded unfamiliar too. My father's voice. He called out to me and told me to fight. Told me that the daughter of the Dominion wolf should not give up. Not to the likes of Raymond.

“You fought your pack. You defied the King. You survived heartbreak. And this is all you have left?” She wanted to curse him. Wanted to scream. Wanted to beg. She did none of those things. Her body trembled, her wolf snarled against the invisible chains, but even that felt too far away. The edges of her vision darkened. Sound warped. The world shrank to pressure and pain. And then— A whisper. Soft, but clear. Not from outside. From within. Rise, my daughter. The shadows squeezed tighter. A distant part of her registered the way her knees hit the ground. But the whisper moved through her like moonlight through water, gentle and inevitable.

It sounds broken even to my own ears. “Until today,” I say, voice trembling now, “even at this moment, I believed you. Every word. But now I see it clearly. You’re just like the rest of them. Power hungry. Greedy. Empty words and empty promises.” I step closer, pointing at him. “Am I not the Head Beta’s daughter? Or did you forget that too? Oh, right. I’m no longer his daughter. I’m just the curse his fated mate left behind.”