He Celebrates When Daughter Burns Novels & Stories

we went inside the hotel and to the hall where party was meant to be. "whose party is this?" I asked trying to know about the people I was surrounded with. "It's the eighteenth birthday party of the only daughter of our enforcer." Alantino answered. "Do mafia people even celebrate birthday of their daughters? I thought the only celebration for them was the induction day of their sons." I said the bitter truth of our world. "True but our enforcer seem to love her daughter and he is not the only one who feels that way, there are many fathers in our world too who loves their daughters, sometimes more than their sons."

And it was my fault that the house went on fire. It was fifteen years already, but the pain was too great. One of the pack’s lightest warriors was suddenly lost to the fire all because of his daughter—his cursed daughter. The witch had told him when I was born that I will bring nothing but tragedy on them, which my dad only shrugged off. Until that incident happened.

But why do all the people around here look happy seeing them being punished? I can take it anymore so I ran far away to that place so I couldn't see them burning life by these people around. I ended up at a dark side place and I sat on the side of the tree but I saw a man that looked familiar to me. He was crying as well And I could hear He's saying This is my fault. My dear daughter has Been burned alive Because of me. '' Because I am not strong enough I am not the number one elder of the wolves Because if I am this won't ever happen I'm sorry my dear daughter Celeste."

"The deceased is your daughter—Danica Lockwood." Mom stared blankly at the officer, repeating over and over, "Danica? Danica? How could it be her? That's impossible! We spoke with her just last week—no, half a month ago!" Tears welled up in Dad's eyes. He held Mom tightly to keep her from collapsing. "You're telling me... The one screaming in the fire that night was my daughter, Danica? I'm a firefighter. I heard the cries for help, but I couldn't save my own daughter from the flames?"

Camden's smug face suddenly appeared in the sky as he grabbed Arlene by the neck while laughing loudly. "No!" I screamed as I woke up and saw Dad sitting next to me. "It's okay, Angie. I'm here," he said. "Dad… Ari's dead…" I leaned into Dad's arms and began crying out loud. "Ari… Ari hasn't even met her grandpa before… It's all my fault, I'm sorry… I'm sorry for disobeying you…" Dad kept petting my back. He could feel my pain and felt sorry for me. "It's okay. I will avenge you and Ari instead."

He wasn’t supposed to be home that day. But he was. He saw me. He looked me in the eye as the fire crawled up the walls. I left him there. I walked away from the screams and the smoke and the memory of what his father stole from our circle. I thought he’d die. But rats like him always crawl out from under rubble. He crawled out and killed my daughter. I guess karma, right? This time, I won’t light the fire and walk away. No. This time, I’ll stand in it. Watch the flesh peel off his bones. Watch the truth bleed out of him like black ink.

’ My father says. I place my hand on his forearm, ‘Yes, and I’m in love with him, Dad. Although I will never truly be at peace until I have killed Lord Atticus. Talon has helped to heal my heart and soul again.’ My father smiles at me, then turns to face Lord Talon and extends his hand out to shake his hand. Talon accepts it with a smile. ‘Alpha Maximus, it’s a pleasure and a true honour to be blessed with your daughter as my Blood Flame.’

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

I could tell he was half way to death and that somehow made me sad. “You better don't die, you bastard. You owe me your freaking life.” I was almost yelling as anger poured out of me. “I'm sorry, Damien…” He begged. “You should have kept this damn energy years ago. Now that I want to kill you, you are planning on dying on me.” I shook him and he coughed out some blood. “Protect my daughter, Isabella.. Please…” He pleaded and my face crumbled into a frown. I know Moretti has a daughter but I have never met her.

I opened my eyes only to watch him bend down, and light a fire under our feet. The fire spread fast. Within a minute, it was surrounding me and Alesio in a circle, and reaching up to our waists. My feet had started to burn, and it was just getting severe. I clenched my teeth tightly, but soon the pain became overwhelming. I looked down, and then I saw my own flesh melting in the fire. That is when I screamed. Dad stood in front of me, staring at me with pity in his eyes but his heart was not soft enough to let his daughter stay alive. To let go of the greed that had made him more and more blind over the years.