Novel & Cerita Booktok Daughter

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

“You committed to this coven your unwavering loyalty. You must remember that.” “I stand by my word, Great Mother.” I say solemnly. “Time reveals all truths.” The Great Mother says. She reaches into the folds of her robe and retrieves a well worn book. “This is the first book taught to the girls being raised in our homes. It is enchanted and can only be read by a member of the coven. To an outsider it would be a copy of whatever book they are most familiar with. An illusion that feeds on their own imaginative energy.” She places the book in my outstretched hand.

“I need to go check on our guest.” “Guest?” Lex repeats, perking up. “Who’s that now?” “She’s off limits,” I tell him, using my most authoritative tone. “That prick Alpha Bernard brought me his daughter instead of the money he owns me.” “What?” Lex’s eyes widen. “Seriously? I mean, I know it was only, like, five million drakes, which is pocket change to you, but still. What the fuck would you want with his daughter?” “He thought she’d make a good feeder.” I don’t even want to get into how he’d meant the other daughter. Lex doesn’t need to know all of that bullshit. “I need to find Clark and see what room he put her in.”

"Peanut butter and jelly, ink and paper, isn't that you?" "We are leaving," I say, grabbing Thalia's hand. "And until your daughter is found, you're confined." "At my pack?" She scoffs, "Oh no, sorry Alpha Knox but we aren't under your rule. Stick to Flame Valley, and leave already. I'm tired of seeing your pregnant homewrecker." "If anyone is a homewrecker, it's your daughter." I snap. "No, pretty sure it's her." She confidently says, "She has been doing it for years, I think that she got it from her mom."

“My da is a leshy, and I have no mother at all. I am here to speak to Morena, the woman who abandoned me to nechist, to become a toy of Baba Yaga’s.” Capitol Hill traffic spilled by outside, and I could see through the window Snegurochka’s son, my daughter’s guardian. He was smoking a cigarette, perhaps to calm his nerves. I supposed he wanted to give my daughter time alone with her negligent mother, to hear my answers in privacy. “I did not abandon you,” I said, stepping out from the workshop where I was pressing fern flowers for their nectar. “I gave you the best possible upbringing with Buyan’s best king and a legacy you deserved. A chance to become the goddess Buyan longed for.”

But no longer shaking. “I still hear his voice,” she admitted. “My father’s. In the dark. Sometimes I dream about the way he looked at me when I was cast out. Like I was already dead.” “I know that look,” Ryker said. “I’ve seen it in other alphas. When something stops being useful to them.” She nodded. “That’s the word. Useful. I was never a daughter. I was a bargaining chip. A body meant to carry obedience.” Ryker shifted beside her, not touching, but close. Steady.

“Your father seduced my daughter, Riela. He used her, manipulated her, for his rebellion!” Her eyes blazed, voice trembling now with restrained rage. “We barely kept her alive after what he did. He nearly killed her. And now… my daughter lives in a state worse than death. She’s lost her sanity.” She stepped closer, her presence suffocating. “So tell me, daughter of Cain, how exactly do you plan to make that right?” the Queen Mother questioned. Before Althea could respond, one of the Queen Mother’s attendants stepped forward and silently offered a small cup in front of her.

“It’s too late.” The man had smiled then, a sad, knowing look. “I have a daughter,” he said, voice thick and low. “Fifteen. Her name’s Nova Camille Lawson. Black curls like her mama’s. Eyes too wide, always full of questions. Reads too much. Loves poetry, even when she pretends not to. Smart—scary smart. If you ever meet her… don’t hurt her. Protect her. Please.”

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.

I shook my head. Dad smirked, "You will be the first female Alpha, Bella. And not only that, but you'll also be Queen. This is a huge leap forward for some of these old fashioned Lycans. If only they knew my daughter could rule better than their disrespectful sons." Dad shook his head as if he were speaking from personal experience. While I felt proud at his words, something struck me as odd. The way he said "disrespectful son's" made me think he had dealt with a few. I wondered if that had anything to do with me.