Daughter Of Evil Novels & Stories

"But he promised he would try to come see you later." Lily nodded, accepting this explanation without question, because she was six years old and still believed that her parents were heroes who would always protect her, who would always do what was best for her. She didn't know that her father was choosing another child over her, that he was funding another life while hers hung in the balance. She didn't know that her mother had just returned from a hotel where she had watched her husband betray them both in the most intimate way possible.

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

"Pity. You cannot do anything to me. Infact, you need me." "How dare you insinuate—" "Without an anchor to the mortal realm, you'd be gone in a day. Two at the most." The woman waved a bored hand, then jerked her chin towards the cauldron. "I can see you were trying to perform a ritual. The Ritual of Infernal Transformation, perhaps?" Aosoth gritted her teeth. "It failed." "Figures." "My daughter is one of yours now." She spat. "A Hunter,"

Daniel started, but she lifted a finger instantly, silencing him before he could continue, her chest rising unevenly as she turned her face away for a brief moment like she was trying to steady herself against the disgust crawling through her. "You beast," she said at last, her voice frighteningly calm despite the rage beneath it, and her eyes flickered toward the wine stain on his clothes before returning to his face. "Exerting your strength on an innocent girl over something this little... you are less of a man than I thought. If this is how little control you have over yourself, then I pity any woman who ends up with you."

“I’m sure the little human girl’s mother would want a woman present. My impression of Clementine wasn’t that she’d care about something like that. If she did Margo wouldn’t be the type of woman I’d trust to look at for my daughter around a man I didn’t know. I stayed in the living room ignoring Margo until she decided she would go into my room and sleep in my bed. I didn’t bother arguing with her, I slept in the living room instead. In the morning I checked on the girls and was relieved to see Aaliyah was perfectly fine and there were no incidents. My niece and her cousins were all still completely in their human forms so our secret was preserved. I wondered for a second if Clementine would

That's why when I was in the garden, Sebastian came immediately even though no one else told her where I was. "Thank you. Mother Elora." I noticed it stiffened for a moment. I laughed at her reaction. It caressed my cheek. It made me smile. "It's been a long time since someone called me 'mom'" "Do you have a child? Where are they?" "I only have one daughter. She left me too and his father was killed by wolves." I hugged her because I could feel the feeling of losing a loved one. "I'm sorry to hear that." "I don't need to apologize. That's exactly what the goddesses destined for me. Let's not dramatize. Time is running fast."

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.

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.