Daughter Destroyed Novels & Stories

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.”

Rule as Luna. Be a mother. I stopped walking just as we reached the gate, unable to step forward. Dad removed his arm, turning to me. "Alpha Damian is dead," I said without thinking, staring blankly at the woodgrain on the garage door. "How?" "A friend of mine killed him. When we were… it doesn't matter." "We don't have to talk about it right now. It's the middle of the night." A silence passed between us as I continued to stare forward, feeling lightheaded. "Okay—"

I see my once beautiful land filled with weeds and rocks. That night, I still remember it as if it had happened yesterday, the wounds are still fresh, even the pain. That was the night when our pack alpha's daughter, aunt Mia, went into labor. Everyone around was very happy and excited, waiting for the next heir. And then she was born, the destructor, she consumed the whole pack. She turned half of the pack into ashes.

Her father’s voice broke the silence, ragged and pleading now. “Lila. Please. He’ll destroy you.” She turned to her father. For the first time in her life, she didn’t see the towering figure of authority she had grown up obeying. She saw a man desperate to hold onto a daughter he’d already lost. Her throat ached as she whispered, “No, Dad. He already destroyed me. And I let him.” Her eyes flicked back to Damien, blazing with defiance and surrender all at once. “And I’d let him do it again.”

Worlds where pain has been removed. Worlds where every desire becomes reality. At first, they seem perfect. Then they become prisons. I looked at Kael. Is she telling the truth? He nodded. I have seen some of them. They are beautiful. And terrifying. The End continued. Your daughter accidentally created them. She must destroy them. My daughter shook her head. I don't want to destroy anyone. The End looked at her. Then you will watch them suffer. I stepped forward. Leave her alone. The End raised one hand.

And Don Charles knew right away what had happened. "My adopted daughter is dead and now the war has officially started." Don Charles said with a smirk. Not surprised at all or affected by Yelena's death. He knows that five buildings will explode when Yelena dies. He put a device in his adoptive daughter's body by himself so that when her heart and brain stop functioning, the building will explode. He turned Yelena into a Trigger without her knowing.

“For now.” Finn glared. “Why do you always have to say things like that?” “Because optimism gets people killed,” Lucian replied. Fia took a shaky breath. “I can’t hear it anymore. The prophecy. The voices. The futures. It’s just… quiet.” “That’s because it’s gone,” I said softly. “Forever.” She whispered, “So I’m not the Destroyer anymore?” I shook my head. “No. You never were.” Chase reached for her hand. “You’re just my daughter.”

He put one long finger to his lips, his eyes gleaming with sadness and a slither of relief. Absentmindedly he starting toying with one of the wires of plastic that was attached somewhere to my body. His voice dropped lower, losing the slow controlled tempo. Those marron brown eyes trained on me. “Alexis. It’s me.” Instant tears began welling in my eyes. “Dad, I thought you were dead. They told me you died. Where were you when I needed you? When mum needed you?” I bit my lip, fighting off the overwhelming urge to start sobbing. “It has been so long. Dad, are you working for them? The OA? They are bad people don’t believe whatever lies they have fed you, they are empty-“

“You’re a shame to the family!” Then, he left the scene with Old Madam Yule. Infuriated, Damien smashed all the glasses on the table to the ground. Nicola was so shocked that she quickly ran over to hug her daughter. “Why didn’t that stupid Catherine die along with her mother all those years ago?” “Dad… What should we do now?” Melanie’s lips quivered as she questioned. Her teary eyes were filled with rage.

“Roland, if this is what you think of me, then we’re done.” Rain drummed against the stone. No one moved. “Tomorrow morning I’m taking Yvette and leaving this estate. The Visconti family will withdraw every line of support from the DeLucas. Financial. Political. Military. All of it. As for you and me, we end here.” My father stared at her in disbelief. “You’re talking about divorce? Over this?” “Over this? My daughter has nearly died four times under your roof.” Leon was the first to recover. The arrogance was gone from his voice, replaced by something careful.