Romans & histoires Is There Anything As Undoing As A Daughter

"You will obey me or I will send you to another country. By God! He was your sister's husband, don't act like a slut." My mother grumbles beside me, placing her body in front of mine in protection. "Don't talk to my daughter like that!" She growls, showing her protective side." " She's my daughter too, damn it!" Dad gets even more excited and I feel the first tears fall.

Robert suddenly tore free from the bodyguard restraining him and clamped a hand around her wrist, roaring, "Did you do it?!" "Robert, let me explain!" Becca sobbed, tears streaming. "I just wanted Audrey to lose Lucy so she'd leave you completely—" Her plea was met with nothing but the sting of his palm across her cheek. Andrew's lips curved faintly. Holding me close, he prepared to leave with Lucy. "Audrey! I didn't know it was a setup. I'll call the police right now and have her arrested! Lucy is our daughter. We can go home together…"

Bryan’s remark annoyed me to no end. I was wrong about him. He hit on Mom, and it was not recent, either. Mom pushed me to the ground, the broken shard on the floor piercing into my back. An excruciating pain washed over me. Without looking at me, Mom cupped Bryan’s face between her hands. “Does it hurt, Bryan? Let me blow the pain away.” They made me sick to my stomach. Despite her years on earth, Mom lost all reason and turned against me, her daughter, for a man.

“You are so pathetic, Lucas. I don’t have a daughter. That hideous creature you call a daughter isn’t mine. Tell your useless daughter to stay out of my way or I will end her.” “I imagine you couldn’t tolerate loss and decided the best way to deal with it was to run to your ex-husband. Kate, I’m not going to back down. If you believe your artificial face will save you, you must go and work extremely hard on it, for I will ruin your life. Bring back my college funds or face my wrath. Your next target is almost certainly loaded, and I just happened to want him.” “Do you agree with your daughter dating a man old enough to be her father, Lucas?” I observed my father pacing, but his response asto

"I raised her through the struggle you abandoned us to face. You chose your path; now, endure the consequences." Davey shook his head slowly, his expression hardening into something cold and final. "Then prepare yourself for the fallout, Ms. Robinson. You’ve together with my cousin, stolen the company, and I can stomach that—I can rebuild from nothing. But my daughter? That is a line you should never have crossed. Watch me, Suzanne. "I will dismantle everything you’ve built, brick by brick, until there is nothing left for you to hide behind if you don't let me into the life of my daughter. In fact, I have no business with whatsoever you've built or taken from me. All I want us my daughter."

I stepped backward in pure disgust, avoiding his filthy, grasping hands. "Do not touch me with your dirty hands. You will ruin the gorgeous dress my father gifted me." My voice was ice-cold. "Today, in front of all the North American packs, I officially announce this. I, Aurora, have absolutely zero ties to the Iron Moon pack. Whether you live or die out there is none of my business." "No... no! Aurora, you can't do this to me!" Caleb howled in despair. "Hahahaha! Good! That is my brilliant daughter!" my father laughed loudly and proudly.

He decided to leave the farm, but now he feels that he has lost his mind, his fear of losing his dear daughter must affect his sanity and his thinking until he comes here to beg and donate to his daughter. He stood watching his princess in the middle of the wrestling ring, holding the reins of his opponent, and punching him nonstop with brutality and exaggerated barbarism, causing him to panic, O Almighty!! He really lost his mind to turn to him in a desperate attempt to save the life of his daughter who is about to complete her transformation, his half-forgotten daughter, her blood and weak structure will affect her transformation and she may lose her life during it, wiping the drops of sw

She stopped. My daughter moved again. Stronger this time. A kick rather than a flutter, the particular insistence of something alive that did not yet know it needed defending but whose body was responding to whatever my body was doing, the racing heart, the cold hands, the wolf pressed so hard against my ribs that every breath felt like a fight. "It unmakes her," I said. "That's what the name means. It reaches the baby through someone I love and it erases her. As if she never began."

The daughter who inherited a weapon her father spent his life building. The mission isn't retrieval anymore. It's demolition.