Daughter Of Eve Novels & Stories

' The newspaper's headline screamed, [Silverbay tsunami claims thousands, leaves nearly a hundred children orphaned. I laid them out in front of Evelyn. "You're not my flesh and blood. I adopted you after the tsunami. The 'father' who died too soon? That was a story I made up. I was scared that knowing you were an orphan would break your heart and make you feel alienated." Evelyn's look went from puzzled to shocked, and then to utterly devastated. "You... What are you talking about? How can I not be your daughter? That's impossible!"

It didn’t take her more than a few keystrokes to find the information, but what she read made her even more upset. “Vashti was the daughter of King Belshazzar of Babylon and the great-granddaughter of King Nebuchadnezzar who was the person who destroyed the first Temple in Jerusalem,” Anna read. “The night her father was murdered, she was captured by the succeeding king who gave her to his son Ahasuerus as a wife.”

I started, urging my grandfather to continue his story. “Let e begin from starting. Many years ago, a strong witch named Eva had two daughters. The first one was born 12 years earlier than the other. The name of the elder daughter was Madeline and the second one was Azrael. At that time, the gods who had tried to create a hybrid for the first time chosen Madeline because Madeline wasn’t supposed to live more than 25 years. Eva, who came to know about this, worshipped the kings of the white witches, who happened to be my father.

Inside it— Miranda. Asleep. Monitored, Wired. My knees nearly buckled. “You’ve been experimenting on her?” I screamed. Victor raised a brow. “She’s not just a child, Naomi. She’s the future.” I charged at him. “She’s my daughter!” “No,” he said calmly. “She’s mine.” I froze. “What?” Victor folded his hands behind his back. “Project Eve wasn’t just your father’s legacy. It was mine, I designed the genome, I selected the embryos, I signed off on every detail.”

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."

She was hiding from Eve, and now, because of this, she had managed to ruin Eve's plans. Eve marched over to her, and as soon as the girl spotted her approaching, the other women quickly dispersed, knowing who she was and not wanting to get caught in the middle of the impending confrontation. “You, little brat,” Eve gritted through her teeth. “What is it, Mother?” Vespera replied innocently, her face betraying no emotion. “Don't call me that!How dare you get pregnant now, of all times? How dare you get pregnant and turn my son’s heart away from me?” Eve snapped slowly, letting the words drip with venom as she glared at her daughter-in-law.

The tactical agents were thrown backward through the air, crashing violently into the underbrush. Luca didn't let go. He threw his arms around Ava’s waist, digging his boots into the shifting earth, holding onto her with every single ounce of strength he possessed while the literal world tore itself apart around them. And somewhere deep inside the vast, newly awakened sectors of her mind The girl called Eve finally whispered the absolute, terrifying truth. *You were never her daughter, Ava. You were made from me.*

Eve didn't even hesitate, the intense feelings inside her driving her crazy, she moved beside her mother dropped to her knees and stared at her daddy's penis. Seeing his beautiful 18-year-old daughter on her knees in front of him, her massive 34DD tits, still smaller than her mother's 34FFs was the final straw and he grunted, "You are forgivennnnn," as his load rocketed out of him and onto his smiling wife's face. He turned immediately so the second rocket of cum hit his daughter directly on the nose and lips. He wanted to slide his cock in her mouth once the third and fourth much smaller sprays hit her chin and neck, but refrained knowing he had much grander plans for tonight.

“What you’re saying is… my mother was born through your crazy experiment. And the only reason you didn’t kill her… is because her life is linked to yours?” He chuckled, the sound brittle but smug. “Ah. Finally, you’re listening.” I slammed the butt of my gun into his jaw. His head snapped sideways, blood splattering across the cold steel floor. “I said talk,” I growled. “Explain. Everything.” He groaned, coughed, then smiled again his teeth red. “Your mother was my masterpiece. Project EVE. Designed, not born. Her DNA was reconstructed from the strongest hybrid sequences I collected wolf, vampire, and human. She was never meant to live as one of them. She was meant to lead them. Control them