Carol's Daughter On The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

They somehow expected them to attend as it was their youngest son’s coming-out party but they didn’t expect them to come with such a surprise. “Alexandria von Fiore?” “Since when did the duke have a daughter of that age?” “Maybe she was adopted?” “No way, just look at her. Don’t she resemble the duke the most among his children?” Murmurs filled the hall as they walked through the red carpet. Sera felt stiff but she continued to walk and kept her calmness when she felt Andric’s warm hands. “I’m here with you, Sera. There is nothing to be afraid of,” Andric whispered to her when he noticed her trembling hands.

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

A long black car was indeed parked outside the vehicle and heavily armed Sterling werewolves were pointing their assault rifles at the car, ready to shoot if things went ugly. Steve was curious to see who it was as the car slowed to a stop. He quickly got down and walked towards the barricades. "Who is it?" He asked the men. As if on cue, a shiny blonde woman, dressed to kill got down from the car. Sophia Laurent. Daughter of Mason Laurent, the Alpha of Continental Alliance Pack . In a nutshell, the daughter of the werewolf who not only created the virus but also spread it was at my doorstep.

Besides, you're a girl, and she has a son to inherit the family business. "She doesn't care about you at all. Only someone as stupid as you thinks she treats you like her own daughter!" Blood trickled from the corner of my lips, but she was not finished. She picked up her phone and dialed my dad's number. "Connor! Bring that homewrecker here, or I'll push her off this cliff!" I turned my head away, not wanting to listen to her manipulations. However, she did not seem bothered and took a photo of me to send to my dad.

She kept muttering under her breath, “The head hasn’t been found yet. It can’t be Kara. People like her don’t die easily.” Just then, Officer Zane’s phone rang. It was the medical examiner. The voice on the other end was urgent, almost sharp with tension. “Officer Zane, is Moira with you? The DNA results are back. The victim is her daughter—Kara Summers!”

“Drink this.” Ana took the medicine, falling silent as Aliana leaned her head on her chest, breathing a sigh of relief. Leaning on her chest, Ana opened up, weakly coughing, “Mommy.. I’m almost dying. Don’t worry about the punishment anymore. I be okay. Don’t chain yourself to someone who won’t value you even as a mate.” Her voice was soft, too soft. It made Aliana thoughts go completely blank at the word of ‘death’ from her daughter mouth. Her heart clenched, as she trembled, forcing herself to not break down.

"Yes," Killian replied, his tone calm and detached. "Let me introduce my fourth uncle's youngest daughter, Caroline." So, this was Earl's daughter. As Sheila knew, Earl had already retired from the Ford Group's board of directors years ago. It seemed she had a decent relationship with Killian. "Miss Ford, hello," Sheila said amicably. "Thank you for earlier." "Don't mention it! I've disliked that Lauren for ages. Those girls are always ganging up and bullying people," Caroline exclaimed, her eyebrows dancing with excitement. "Being able to teach them a lesson this time was so satisfying!"

I growled, my eyes glowing red and black lines popping in my veins. Carter motioned closer. "It's about your daughter, Cameron. Things have gotten really bad," My body stilled for a second and every emotion that covered my face vanished as I turned to Carter. I had totally forgotten about what Cyrene had told the Council about my daughter right before she died. They all knew now. That my little girl was the source. My gaze dropped on Davina on the bed, before moving to Rhona. "I'll stay with her. We will fix whatever Cyrene did," She assured in her usual soft voice.

“Your brother, Benson, and his wife, Olivia.” Carol's face crumpled, and the sight caught at my chest. She shook as she extended her hands toward me. "Camilla…my daughter. I—I had no idea." "Mom," I whispered. "You were alive, all these years. And with that, consumed with sobs, she pulled me into her arms tightly. It was as though all that noise going on around us all in that second faded into obscurity-all these years of bloodshed, this war between Silver Skull and the Dravens-just futile in view of the reason I'd gotten to my feet for. But then I remembered why I was here.

A vampire’s strength would be lethal if it is used in the wrong way. Hailey started to scream in pain. But that didn’t stop Carol. She continued to crush her skull until it exploded under pressure, raining the place with Hailey’s blood. Carol stepped back from the corpse, dropping it on the ground, as her eyes slowly returned back to normal. Licking her lips and tasting her Hailey’s blood, she smirked. She took a deep breath. “I never thought I would kill for a man.” She smirked. “But David is worth it.”