If It's For My Daughter Anime の小説・ストーリー

The freckled girl was halfway through telling Amanda a story about climbing a tree taller than a tower when a figure slipped behind her silently. “Boo.” Amanda spun. And blinked. Then launched herself into Muzan’s hair like it was a wrestling rope. “Oh my gods…” I gasped. Muzan staggered, trying to disentangle her from his braids. “What in the actual? Who is this fearless gremlin?!” he muttered satirically, goading my daughter’s ego. She giggled, holding onto his neck like a scarf. “Ha! You can’t scare me, Uncle Muzan!”

I still crossed their borders and then killed another alpha in front of them. “Ah yes, Alpha Damion. The eldest son to the first Alpha's daughter born in decaids. That must make you the second Alpha's daughter to be born as of late and to the same pack, no less. Though Alpha Damion has tried to dissuade many, his efforts are in vain. The truth is out. Your ability to take on an alpha at such a time makes more sense." Turning, the woman started for the door to my room, not bothering to wait for any kind of response from me.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

That voice sounded too familiar, especially the way she said the words, “Stupid witch!” It was the same woman from the call, one of Aurora’s killers. My husband was with the murderer! Were Sam and the murderer working together? No. That could not be. Before I even got pregnant, he would always say how much he wanted a daughter. He joked that sons could be such handfuls. At a certain age, they might even become so mischievous that it drove everyone crazy. A daughter was different. She would be his sweet and gentle little princess. ‘Oh, no! Sam must be in danger!’

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,

So I turned and followed him into the house. I could hear a man and woman yelling at the warriors inside and they were obviously the parents. I didn’t blame them for being so upset. But once they saw Ethan walk in, they stopped yelling. They weren’t going to disrespect the Alpha. Not even with their 14 year old daughter missing. Ethan was shown straight to the girls’ bedroom and I went into the kitchen where her parents are. “Hi. I’m Summer. I know that you’ve probably heard of me, but I wanted to introduce myself. Listen, if anyone is going to find your daughter then it will be Alpha Ethan. I know that.” I explained.

I arched an eyebrow glancing from Shinobu’s bowed head to my father’s angry look. “I told you to find and bring my daughter home. I did not tell you to abduct her. I did not tell you to try and force yourself on her either. She may not be a maiden, but that does not give you or anyone permission to treat her like a concubine. She is still my only daughter and heir to the Hatake clan.” he scolded.

Kyra POV I put on one of my old Elvis CDs to listen to while I boil water for ravioli. It's one of the few things she'll eat now since she's going through a weird picky eating phase. "When are Mommy and Daddy coming back home?" She tugs on the leg of my jeans and stares up at me. "Tomorrow." She points to the stereo. "Is this my Daddy singing?" "No, Angel. It's Elvis. Do you like it?"