Novel & Cerita Is There Anything As Undoing As A Daughter

POV: Unity Twenty-four hours until the Unmaker War begins. I stood before the assembled forces of twelve realities. Millions of soldiers, diplomats, civilians who'd volunteered to defend existence itself. All of them were looking at me. Unity. Daughter of chaos and order. Twenty-five years old. About to lead them into the greatest battle reality had ever faced. "I am the daughter of chaos and order," I said, my voice amplified across all twelve realities through the network. "I am proof they can coexist. Proof that opposites can merge without destroying each other. Proof that love is stronger than cosmic certainty."

I gritted out trying to reign my anger, making my father raise an eyebrow. "Go on?" He said. "He has abused his half daughter." I let out in a very angry tone. Clenching my fists to try and control my anger. "Half daughter?" He asked with furrowed brows. Right, I forgot that no one knew about that. "Yes, half daughter. Lady Nyx is his half daughter. And he has been whipping her. Her back is so scared from it. It is Horrendous.*" I let out more anger than I had intended. My father raised his eyebrows in understanding.

This guy, really is. Aliana sighed, putting her fork on her plate, she crosses her arm. “You know…” instead of answering Lancer question, Aliana started to say, the corner of her lip curling up in some mockery as she remembered the conversation she had with her daughter earlier. “Someone very ‘close’ to you, suggested that I leave you because you’re a scumbag and it doesn’t matter anymore what would happen if I really did it. So tell me Lancer,” she paused, taking the expression of her mate in front of her, “How could I possibly sown discord between you two, when your daughter already dislikes you so much that she came up with such suggestions?” she smiled, her dark green eyes twinkling.

Rage shot straight to my head. My vision went red as I shouted, "That's complete nonsense! Let my daughter go right now, or I'm calling the cops!" I pushed forward and tried to get to my daughter, Heidi Foster. The two maids blocked me hard, sneering like I was a joke.

of the bedside, scanning through the room. “My daughter has weird tastes. I have always been aware of that.” Kendal scoffed. “Weird tastes include rejecting her fated mate and imprisoning him, marrying her sister's mate, and cheating on him with other men. Really weird, I must say. I'd never expected you as a mother was that open-minded,” Luna Daria's sighed softly. “Yeah, it is rare to see someone as open-minded as me,. As a mother, I know indulgence is not good, but I did my best for her.” Kendall finally dropped his phone by the bed and folded his arm, looking at her lazily. “So why are you here then? To defend your daughter? To show how selfless your motherly love is? Spend me the lectu

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

"Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. You're Mommy's precious girl. Don't believe them. You're not a bastard." "B-but…" Maeve shook her head in fear, and tears finally fell. "But the teacher said I'm an illegitimate child. Clarisse and Dotty said I'm an illegitimate child too… Daddy doesn't love me anymore…" I wiped the tears from her face and looked up at Jess, murderous fury burning in my eyes. "Jess, you've destroyed my daughter. I will never let you off." Jess didn't care in the slightest. Instead, she laughed. "Let me off? You should think about how you're going to save yourself first. Today is Clarisse's birthday party. You came here to make trouble and even tried to hit me and Clarisse. If

Their emerald-crimson eyes were fixed on Valerius, their bodies locked in a state of Genetic Obedience to the man who had first carved their names into the starlight. "Darlene, the floor... it’s reading as Paternal Erasure!" Leo’s voice rang out, his indigo runes turning a terrifying, clinical cyan. My son was kneeling at the edge of the obsidian, his hands moving through the liquid lead as if he were trying to stop a flood of acid. "The Executioner’s Mercy is a Retroactive Abortion! If the Father kills the Daughter, the entire 117-chapter timeline is Un-Written!". From the scythe of the Nineteenth Cycle, a beam of Absolute Negation hit the floor.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."