Daughter Destroyed Novels & Stories

It was something I had always wanted to do. Now, with his mind completely broken, I had the perfect reason. "Darling, don't leave me," he begged. "Please don't leave me here." I patted his face, suddenly feeling amused. "Darling? I'm not your wife anymore. You've killed me with your own hands." I hoped the psychiatric ward could cleanse Gideon of his sins. In the end, I donated all five million dollars to the Children's Fund. March's spring breeze blew gently.

Then it shattered into pieces. My daughter Lyla was taken to Ravenfall!

I replied and waited. Deucalion said nothing for a while and I could hear him breathe clearly through the line. “What happened?” he asked quietly, the arrogance gone from his voice. “I am not sure, Duke, but I am on my way to the hospital, I will send you the location,” I said and hung up. I sent Deucalion the location just as Jamal sent it to me before I dropped the phone into the driver’s seat. I realized as I drove that Yulia had burnt two daughters of Deucalion.

"The Mother survives. The Fathers become the memory." The white fire turned into a blinding, radioactive gold. The child inside me screamed. The Wailing Bridge finally gave way. The entire ridge collapsed into the gorge, taking the Stitcher, the Alphas, and the last Dorian with it. I was falling through the gold light, my hands reaching for a man I had just found and a mate I was already losing. And then, I felt the first breath of my daughter.

I can't fucking believe this. "He loves her." I scoffed, oh! Please didn't he meet her like a month ago? "That's what he said about Louisa, Dad and now she's dead," I said through my gritted teeth. This is unbelievable!. I walked out in anger hoping that Loren knows what she's getting herself into. Now, I need a fucking drink! ~~~~~

(Kraltor Daughter) One shot straight on the temple, blast her brain out of the back of her skull, the sound of her dead boy fall to the floor silent the entire room. Jamy Kraltor can’t comprehend what is going on as her eyes just went wide because of what is going on around her and inside the room. Bodies and blood were all over, her son and daughter were dead and mercilessly killed, without a words of reason. Around her were scary people who just surrounded her and giving her contempt looks and disgust.

"I'm sorry, Drake, but I didn't abandon you. I wanted to die alongside all of you, but my father… he saved me. My father and Uncle Fred. Maybe you didn't notice what my father did. Just when it was the three of us left and the whole army was charging at us, we all thought everyone was dead. Uncle Fred used his powers to control the different elements. He created an earthquake and then formed a tornado. Just when I wanted to charge, an arrow was shot straight for me. I thought I was going to die. I was ready for it, but they didn't let me. My father pushed me out of the way into the tornado, and he took the arrow." I paused, catching my breath. "I was thrown far away from where the battle hel

"Your grief is a premium asset. That moment when you looked at your parents and didn't recognize them? That’s going to be the climax of the first season. We’re thinking of calling it *The Daughter of Deletion*." I looked at my parents. They were standing by the minivan, their faces pale as they watched the holographic trailer of their daughter’s suffering. My mother was clutching her locket, her knuckles white. She looked at me, and I saw the horror in her eyes—not horror at the man in the suit, but horror at the fact that I was the "star" of this monstrosity. "You’re not people to him," Silas hissed, his obsidian form expanding, his blades sliding out of his wrists with a metallic *shink*.

A message from Marco, sent with the precision of a business memo: "I have withdrawn our engagement announcement. The official reason cited is irreconcilable differences. Effective immediately, we are no longer affiliated in any capacity. All shared assets are frozen pending review." Before I could process the words, another notification lit up. The family's encrypted channel—usually reserved for high-level security alerts. My father's statement: [My daughter Gemma has been disowned for attempted extortion and mental instability. She is severed from the Blackwell family effective now. Her actions from this moment forward are her own, and she is barred from all family properties and communicat

I paused deliberately. “Think of it as compensation.” Lea’s expression changed instantly. “No!” She rushed toward me, panic breaking through her tears. “Mother, I’m your biological daughter. How can you do this?” Then, as though suddenly realizing something, she grabbed Dante’s arm and immediately let go again. “I understand now. It’s because of him, isn’t it?” Her voice trembled desperately. “If that’s the reason, then I’ll leave him. I won’t be with him anymore.”