Heretic Daughters Novels & Stories

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

My heart stopped for a beat. He had come back too. So even after he stood in front of a crowd and humiliated me in my past life, he was ready to do the same thing all over again. The second my father heard “cover the loss,” his anger dried up. His eyes took on a look I recognized immediately. Greed. Calculation. He had spent years trying to marry his daughters into powerful families. He would never pass up a chance like this. The Thorne family was much stronger than the Ashfords. For them to even want Seraphina was already more than he could have hoped for.

"I don't believe we have been properly introduced. I AM Keena Lyall. Daughter of King Erebus and the Hybrid Queen Ella Lyall. And you are making a very big mistake." Jarek's father looks at my hand and pushes it away. "You are an unimportant daughter of a washed up King and his abomination of a wife. Your parents will give me what I ask for or you will die. Simple enough." "If I die," I slide a sly grin across my lips, "I am taking your son with me."

'I need to keep you safe, baby' she thought. "You two go and rest," Andruis said while laughing at his daughter's attitude. He just can't hate their bad attitudes or naughtiness because it was the characters he loved on Xanthea, his wife. Ivory nodded at him. They kiss their father's cheeks first before going out. Andruis smiled while thinking how his daughters grew up as stunning ladies. He was now a leader who lost his wife in a battle, yet did his best to protect his daughters, their daughters, a half-blooded ones. Who was about to reach their age, where they will know the feeling of having a she-wolf mother, a Luna. 'They grew up so well, Xanthea my love. They got many traits from you, I

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.

she whispered, touching the spine of a worn book she recognized from her own childhood. "I had Marcus track down the editions your mother used to read to you and Hogan," Darius said, standing in the doorway, his silhouette imposing yet strangely still. "If this child is going to be a Hedalgo, they will have the best of everything. But I don't want them to forget where half of their blood comes from." Hezekiah turned toward him, her eyes shimmering. For the first time, she didn't see the cold heir or the man who had forced her into his mansion.

Henry, who had taken a seat earlier, rose back to his feet, a decisive look on his face. I braced myself for his judgment and decision. “Miss Daciana Hart. For your atrocious sin; murdering your father and Alpha of the Shadow Pack, I banish you from this village. You shall live out the rest of your life as a rogue and hunted down by the spirit of your father till you draw your last breath.”

One by one, they all recounted their memories and shared what the late Eric Damian had meant to them, until it was Clara's turn to speak. "I have shed countless tears, yet I refuse to let them fall once more. I never knew a love like this could exist. You, Dad, opened my eyes to the true essence of love. Love means fighting, fighting for those we hold dear. I do not wish to succumb to tears because I want to embody strength, just as you did for the ones you cherished. You protected your loved ones with unwavering determination, with your very life. You safeguarded and fought for your friends and family, and I aspire to follow in your footsteps. But it wasn't just your family and friends you

said Lance "How can you be brazen huh? Don't think highly of yourself just because my daughter loves you means she can never be happy again with another man! True love? Are you kidding mortal? That's nonsense! Such love does not exist in the world. No matter what you do and say your relationship is still wrong. Do you think my daughter will be happy here in your world? No. She's not a mortal like you what do you think other people will do when they find out that? Humans are too weak they're scared of the beings that are different from them that's how pathetic and rotten to the core your kinds are. Of all people, you're the one who should know that because you experienced first hand how pathe

she screamed and I blanched, taking a step back as her words lodged in my heart like daggers. "Your father has another daughter, Delia and if you continue to be such a fucking wuss, you're going to be left with nothing," she said as she grabbed me by the arm, her nails vicious as they sunk into my skin. "You're here to cry about being bullied again, aren't you? You are a fucking HERRERA Delia, if you can't fight them, then you pay others to destroy them for you. Never let anyone belittle or look down on you, never let them take what belongs to you. Hoard everything you fucking covet. You need to remember that the poor are beneath you and should be trampled upon. Never let anyone beneath you