Novel & Cerita Book Woman's Daughter

I gritted out trying to reign my anger, making my father raise an eyebrow. "Go on?" He said. "He has abused his half daughter." I let out in a very angry tone. Clenching my fists to try and control my anger. "Half daughter?" He asked with furrowed brows. Right, I forgot that no one knew about that. "Yes, half daughter. Lady Nyx is his half daughter. And he has been whipping her. Her back is so scared from it. It is Horrendous.*" I let out more anger than I had intended. My father raised his eyebrows in understanding.

I smiled at her and the archdemoness laughed out loud. “See! This is what I told you…she is a hoot. She is going to be perfect for my book store and I shall tell you why. Because she knows how to connect with people. I mean, today when every one of the kids at her age are all busy on their phones and stupid games she is reading books and she is mingling. That itself is a huge achievement. I must say…you ought to be proud for raising such a marvelous daughter,” said Hannabelle and my mother was blushing. Something was really wrong here.

I looked to my right and saw a woman in her younger years and a little boy walking side by side. The woman stopped to see me, then at the sorceress. Confused and with concern, she carried her child in her arms. "Yzreal, who is this?" "Young Lady, Christabel, this woman has come to see your father." So this woman is that bastard's daughter. I haven't seen Merkoff, but his daughter doesn't inherit the scum personality. "My father," the young woman pulls her attention to me. "I'm sorry, Miss…"

asked the sexy girl angrily " Honey, this is not what you think. I don't know this girl. She entered my room suddenly. I think he's one of the employees at this hotel. Let us call the manager. I want to check up on this girl." Before he finished talking, the old woman with dark brown hair and hazel eyes said " No, she is not the employee. If she is the employee she will not dress like this. I know who you are. You are the daughter of Mr. Ward Bowman, Shana Ward. " smirk the old woman. " Yes, I am. But who are you? " answer Shana nervously. "Oh, so you are the daughter of the famous businessman." Her question was not answered, instead, it was answered with another statement.

Something on fire. I looked out of my bedroom door only to see a woman burning some familiar books in the gardens. I paused looking back inside my room at my study table only to see all the books I had snuck out of the library to keep in my room had disappeared. I pulled on the first clothes I saw, to run downstairs to stop the woman burning my books. Those were books about my father that I had gotten from the library with great effort, how could someone just come up to burn it?

I was the girl whose father had sold her for a debt. ​I walked past her, my head held high, and headed for the library. I didn't want her eggs. I didn't want her pity. I wanted a distraction. ​The library was a sprawling room filled with leather-bound books that looked like they had never been opened. I pulled a random volume from the shelf—some history of European metallurgy—and sank into a velvet armchair. ​I tried to read, but the words blurred. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the flash of the muzzle. I heard the thud of the body.

"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 had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."

she asked, a smile plastered on her lips, though it looks too fake if seen by someone she knows, because even if she tried her hardest best to give a truthful happy smile, her still eyes didn’t move, still the same melancholic as before. Her dark green eyes stared at her daughter in hidden sorrow, as the wolf inside her whimpered, an agonized howl escaping right after, affecting her once steady mood. Her eyelids twitched, clenching the fork on her hand, looking straight at her daughter watery eyes. Ana, her daughter, with a birthday hat topped with a number five, worn on her head, silently looked at her with eyes that was once bright in the morning, gone completely lifeless at this time.

Bastien looks at me over the top of her head with the open expression, the one that has no wall in it, the one that costs him nothing to show anymore because he has stopped keeping an inventory of what showing it costs. He is smiling. Not almost smiling. Smiling. The real one. I hold my daughter's gaze. Eight months old and she already knows what she is. She is a wolf who was wanted before she existed. She is a record that changed pack law. She is the daughter of a woman who survived and a man who learned to choose and an aunt who stood in her mother's garden in the morning and a great-grandmother who believed and a building that held. She is all of that.