Ditched Daughter Became Queen Of Apocalypse Mga Nobela at Kwento

But as we flew back to the mountain estate under heavy guard, Elena delivered the final twist over comms. “Seraphina had a dead man’s switch. She released every file on Project Reaper globally. The entire underworld now knows about your daughter. About her potential. Every faction will be coming for her when she’s born.” Damien held me tighter in the helicopter, his hand on my stomach as our daughter kicked strongly. “Then we prepare,” he said, voice steel. “We build an empire she can inherit safely.” I kissed him fiercely, tasting blood and victory. “Together.” The war had evolved once more. Our daughter’s birth would be the spark that ignited a new era, one where the Reaper and his Queen w

Will they stop the war that is coming or are they the start of it? My name is Scarlett King, and I am nearly eighteen. I am the first daughter of the Vampire king Dominic and his Werewolf Queen Seraphina. I am a hybrid of both vampire and werewolf, so I have the traits from both, even though my vampire is slightly stronger. My wolf Ruth is a healer. She heals me if I get injured and she loves helping and healing others. My vampire Cara she is hard to describe. She is very quiet, cunning, and can be very cryptic when wanting me to do something. I found out recently that as part of being a hybrid; I have a special gift, not that I would call it that. I would call it a curse, as I can get glimp

And now… Oh my god! The mother of the Davenier heir was Lana Quinn, and not only did they have a son—they also had a daughter lost somewhere! Damn those human traffickers! That was the only thought racing through Esther’s mind amid her emotional turmoil. ***

She didn’t flinch. Then the guards grabbed my arms. “No—no, please, she’s pregnant! The child is innocent!” Liora’s voice cracked through the room as she rushed forward, her hands grabbing at mine. “Enough!” Ysara snapped. “The father is not. He is the Alpha of Obsidian—the man who has murdered our kind. You expect us to shelter his seed?” Liora dropped to her knees, hugging me tightly as they tried to pull me away. “Please, Mama, please… Selene is not a traitor. She didn’t know. She’s just a girl—”

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl.

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

I had to meet him. We met at a local coffee shop near my high school. He told me how his daughter got into a bad crowd during her college years, and ended up getting into drugs. Then they ended up getting into a big fight, and he told her to leave his home and never come back. From then on he thought he would never see her again. But then she turned up to his house, pregnant. He told me that he tried to get her to stay, but she refused and left without a second glance back at him.

She was the love of my life, and I wasn’t going to let anyone take her away from me. Throughout the night vvlI couldn't sleep as I spent the whole night trying to make sense of the letter, but no good explanation came to me because majority of the alphas were at peace with me, something I made sure of since I took over as alpha. I didn't want a repeat of my father's leadership of wars. As the night passed I kept thinking and scrambling, desperate to find an answer. Dominique

Did being a billionaire with a massive, well-furnished shelter and an incredibly handsome face give him the right to speak to her like that? “Hurry up, lady. I'm a very busy man,” Adrian Blackwood snapped. “Well, in less than fourteen days, you won't have a company to run. Your only concern will be survival,” Chloe said. “An apocalypse is coming—one so catastrophic it could wipe out humanity. And for some reason, the system has paired me with you.” She muttered the last part under her breath. Adrian’s expression turned serious. “How do you know that?” “Because I've already lived through the apocalypse. I didn't survive it, but I have valuable information that could help us.”

I spent my whole life playing the perfect daughter and the model fiancée. I gave up racing, painting, and every dream I had of being free. I turned myself into a machine that never needed rest. It wasn't until I was 35, lying in a hospital bed as my lungs gave out, that I finally heard firsthand what my father and my husband, Adrian Devaux, had been plotting. The fortune worth billions that I had worked myself to the bone to preserve? My father had long since arranged to leave every penny of it to his illegitimate daughter, Claire Bennett. And the husband I had stood by for years had been cheating on me with Claire all along. They looked down at my wasted body without a shred of pity in thei