Novel & Cerita Ghost Hunter's Daughter

She listened as the man said “I got back last night, just in time for Patricia’s get together here. You know how it is, either we attend her forays, or she makes our lives hell. It’s easier to give in.” Hunter nodded and smiled he said, “Damon you remember my family, and the Denae’s.” At his nod, Hunter said “But you don’t know our Angel, Angel this is Damon Huntington, Damon this my daughter Angel.” She noted if her father had introduced her as his Mistress this man wouldn’t have batted an eyelash. But the fact she was his daughter caused him to choke on his drink. Angel smiled and said, “Nice to meet you I think, though if you keep choking like that it might be the last meeting you ever ha

I greeted Sydney's parents, and my girl shrugged her shoulders. "Okay. I am Olivia Jillian Hunters. And please, don't be surprised that I will tell you something shocking about your daughter. She's gay. Yes, she is, and I'm her girlfriend. Will that be okay with you? We are soulmates, too. And, damn, she is indeed the most amazing person I have ever met. Do you see her right now? She's a ghost, like me. And that's because of me. And I'm so sorry if I caused your daughter to get hurt. She was trying to help me and got into an accident." I continued and let out a sigh while I felt my girl wrapping her left arm around my waist, and she rested her chin on my right shoulder.

Especially as it wasn't Max. "Calm down Lucas. I know what I am doing," The hunter said and stood up from his bed to move to sit on a sofa. Lucas followed him. "My daughter just got hurt and you tell me to calm down!" Lucas exclaimed. "She is not your daughter!" the hunter reminded, his gaze on Lucas sharp. "You have no idea who the girl's father is… You have no idea the role the girl's father played in your wife's death," the hunter spelled out and Lucas creased the lines on his eyebrows in confusion.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

“You want me? Fine. But she stays out of it. They all do.” Ghost tilted his head, voice calm and cruel. “Do you think I’ve waited all these years just for you? No, Cruz. I’ve waited for the moment I could take everything from you. Piece by piece. Until you finally break.” “That’s what this is about?” I whispered, horrified. “Breaking you?” Ghost laughed, the sound echoing. “Not just him. You too. I want you to watch as he crumbles. And then…” His finger shifted toward our daughter. “I’ll take her.”

Hybrid". Callum stuttered. He was more normal than before, still not fully. Stephen smiled a bit. "Hybrid. It's a mixture of Vampire and Werewolf. My Mother was a vampire. Mated to a Wolf. Which is fatal by the way. But she had some supernatural powers so... My Dad.. A pure blood wolf. He was the Alpha of the pack. That made my mom Luna, second in command.

"An alliance requires leverage. You claim you want to help me destroy the Hunts, yet you carry their blood. Why should I believe a word that comes out of your mouth? Who are you, really?" "I am the family ghost," Elena replied, her voice eerily calm as she stepped away from the bed, pacing the dark room. "If you want to understand why I am here, you need to understand what I am to them. I am Richard Hunt's biological daughter, yes. But to him, I am merely a living reminder of a mistake." "A mistake?" Adrian raised an eyebrow. "Your father is a man obsessed with his public image. He doesn't make mistakes."

He's David Quill, Rick's father and the company's former deputy CEO. My ears buzzed. In that instant, every clue snapped into place. Ivy hadn't died in an accident. She'd been murdered. She remained in the apartment because she was burdened by a massive injustice and had unfinished business tying her down. And Rick targeting me at every turn wasn't just out of jealousy. It also was out of guil

He had a story, and he would need help from the Blue Moon’s magic with that story. Jody had long ago learnt just to accept Gabriella’s hunches and stories. She always seemed to know what people needed and how the magic would have its way with a guest. Finally, but not least, there was a Greta Johansen coming. She was a ghost hunter and wanted to come to explore the hauntings of Evergreen Grove’s little hamlet.

"I was. For a moment, I touched true death. And it showed me what I really am." I took a step forward, and the stone beneath my feet cracked. Power radiated from me in visible waves of silver light that made the air shimmer and dance. "I am Ghost Wolf, daughter of the moon, born of a bloodline that predates your pathetic scrambling for power by centuries." Another step, kelly backed away, her eyes wide with something she'd never shown me before. Fear. "And you," I continued, my voice dropping to something cold and lethal, "are nothing but a thief wearing stolen glory."