Daughter Of Evil Novels & Stories

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

“Why are you like that? I was waiting for your changes and make things right. I was hoping that you will realize how important I am because I am your daughter. And I came from you. You already mentioned it. Whatever happened, you are still my father and I am your daughter.” Damon's smile faded away when I mentioned those words. I was a bit hurt because there's no hint of realization from him. He was still the same. He's emotionless, heartless and just pure evil. I do believe that he's not going to listen. He's not changing for me. In short, my father won't change just for me. And I shouldn't be hoping that he will. To end his life would make sense. “Shut up, Margaux. You're late now because

“Oh, Aria. I like you more and more. You’re sharper than I expected. But no, not your soul. Not yet.” My heart pounded. “Then what?” I pressed. Her eyes gleamed. “Before I tell you that… I think you deserve a proper introduction. After all, it wouldn't be nice to make such a deal without meeting the affected parties.” “What are you talking about?” She grinned, then she turned towards the shadows behind her. “Let me introduce you to my daughter.” My blood ran cold. Daughter? So this evil witch had a daughter; I almost pitied her. Or maybe she was as evil as her mother.

I lay her in my room before leaving her to do some research. In the last few weeks, I learnt some interesting things about her. Her tattoos and piercings are something I will never get over. When you look at her, you would never think she’s the kind of person who would have such, and yet she does, and she rocks them. She’s a really awesome person all in all, when she’s happy that is. Ever since Silas told me who her father is, I’ve been reading up on legends and prophecies regarding the daughter of good and evil, which is what she technically is. There are loads of them, and they all have their different endings.

She is even more shocked to find out that her father knows about all that. When Eva sat there like a statue without responding, Damien continued. "The kind who doesn't care whether you live or die. Only that kind of a man will agree to give his daughter to a killer and a womanizer" he pointed out the raw truth. Eva slumped against him, too shocked to even move or utter a single word. Her heart is breaking and she can hear the sounds of the cracks. She always thought that her father would recognize her as his daughter and he will shower her with love.

"However, our hands aren't as bloodied as the Black family that runs the underworld.” Eva's eyes widened when she heard Damien. "What are you talking about?" “Don't act like you don't know what I'm saying." Damien curtly replied. “Even though I know what you are saying, I have no connection with that family." Eva finally admitted but also denied her relationship with the Black family. “You're Shenley Black daughter, the favorite granddaughter of the great George Black. You dare claim that you have no connection to the Black.” Damien snarled.

"I don't know what made you like this, but we can fix this. I promise we can sort it out." "Sort it out?" She let out a sharp, ugly laugh. "You can't sort this out, you idiot. You think everything can be fixed? Then go dig up your father and tell him that the decision he made 28 years ago has come back to haunt his precious daughter!" My blood ran cold. "What decision? What are you talking about?" "Your perfect, evil father is the reason a young woman died—my mother! I never even got to meet her. I was raised by her friend. She was only eighteen, pregnant, and alone. And your father took her future away!"

he said, it was more like he was talking to himself. "He did and he hid her away from the world. To save her from men like me and you, I guess, that's his daughter. She is half-Italian, a virgin, and nothing like the woman you chose for me." "Grace Russell is the mafia princess of Great Britain. You chose a traitor's daughter over a princess," he made sure to let his disgust leak through his voice as he mentioned Evangeline. "The princess you chose for me had slept with half of my soldiers—where's the honor in that, Pops? I'd take a traitor's daughter over that princess any day."

It floated in the air. "Give me that neat one. That's Lucifer's bride." Ignoring the stunned couple and me, the demon rushed into the room and scooped you into his smoky hands, turned around and carried on with his journey. Lord Xota became furious as the daughter Lucifer took, glowed, while the one with them was nothing to write about. It left them so devastated. And I believe that gave birth to something evil in your father's heart. He wasn't always like that. ******

Surrounding him were intricate runes that glowed faintly, etched into the floor with blood and pulsing with whatever remnant of magic was left. "Eva?" She mused aloud. "The name seems to ring a bell." Then she clicked her fingers. "Wait, is that not the stillborn I resurrected at the maternity center? The daughter of the bitch who poisoned my Bo to her death?" Ophelia nodded solemnly, her expression troubled. "Yes, Supreme, Eva was the stillborn child you returned to the mortal plane," she confirmed. "Daughter of Adele Dumont." Adele chuckled. "I see she raised her daughter to be as vile as she is. The girl must hold resentment, thinking she is a fake. My revenge was worth the wait."