La Hija De Chucky Novels & Stories

She said, her voice a whisper. "To this day," Gladys finished with a cruel laugh, "she is the Orchid's greatest enemy.” “Cut the crap, get to the point of why we are here” Luke said angrily. “Ohhh, I am getting to you” she said looking at him. “Years later, the daughter of the head of the Hunters was kidnapped. She ended up in an orphanage under the Orchid's influence and was brought to them". Gladys gestured dramatically towards the coffin. "That child was Chloe.”

He then sneaked a peek at Lucas, horrified, and was thinking how Lucas managed to read his mind. “Honorable demon, we the Four Trial Ancestry…” Chucky had yet to complete his statement and was being cut short by Lucas. Lucas then said slowly, “I, Lucas the demon, never once fancied people who tell lies. I think you ought to think twice before speaking.” The head of the Four Trial Ancestry, Chucky, heard it and was trembling, and looking at Lucas, horrified. “Honorable demon, the Four Trial Ancestry still indeed have one more treasure but it’s being sealed,” Chucky said after facing Lucas.

They do not bet this guy as their father! The brother and sister duo thought so, as they ran towards where Chaira is, being careful enough not to be caught with Hades' paw. Chaira did not relax at all after seeing the kids, not until she was able to hug the kids back who came to her at a fast speed with their small legs, a small smile made way to her lips, as she mockingly say with a tilted head towards where Hades is. "Since your bargaining chip is already on my hands," Chaira paused, looking at the kids who looked up at her with those big bright eyes, unconsciously showing their repulsiveness to what Hades said as a condition for her.

My mouth dropped as she tried to hide her small body at her back. "J-Jacob." She whispered. I saw her lips shivered. I looked at Sister Maria who went to Cindy's back. She held Chelsey's hand. I was lost for words. "Jacob. I will explain." Cindy walked to me but I stepped back. I pointed to Chelsey. "Is she my daughter?" I asked. Sister Maria opened the door behind them. "Please talk inside." She asked. Chelsey's eyes were confused. She looked at me and her Mom.

His face was inscrutable, as if caught between vindication of something I couldn’t quite place. I glanced at my mother, who had been locked in some silent power struggle with the Luna for a few minutes now, their eyes both not leaving the other’s. The silence was deafening as Jaz refused to answer Mark. I coughed, breaking the pause. “She… she is Chiyad,” I managed to say. Heads turned to look at me as I spoke, including my mother and the Luna. “I can hear her in the Chiyad mind link. They were just talking earlier.”

"Oh, stop it, Mother. You're giving yourself wrinkles, and God knows you can't afford any more." A bright, cheerful voice broke the tension. A younger woman walked into the living room, a fluffy white Pomeranian cradled effortlessly in one arm. She had the same dark hair, but her face was bright and full of mischief. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up. She completely walked past Francesca, ignoring her mother's trembling rage, and threw her free arm around me in a warm hug. "You must be Scarlet! I'm Chiara, Lucien's younger sister," she said, pulling back with a wide grin. "Oh my god, you are absolutely stunning. That dress is to die for!"

As I open the door and enter, I pick up her scent but I also pick up some rogues, four of them two vampires and two werewolves, I cover my scent making me seem like just a normal human and make my way over to where I see Scarlett sitting. “Wasn’t it Aunt Jose that told Mother that running away didn’t solve anything?” I say as I sit down across from her. “Char! What are you doing here?” Scarlett looks up at me. She looks pale and drawn, nothing like the sister I know and love. “I sort of found out that you disappeared and no one could find you. Why did you leave?” “I’m sorry Char, but after I... After Terri told me…” “Told you what? No one tells me anything? Is it that I am still too young or

But instead of charging back into battle, he strode towards the house, his eyes fixed on a singular target: Lucia. Inside, Lucia cowered behind her cushion seat, her breath caught in her throat. She heard Chuck's voice, low and urgent, calling out to her from the living room. "Lucia, this is our last chance to leave together. Come with me, now." His words dripped with conviction, but Lucia's mind raced with doubt. Could she trust him? Was he truly her friend, or just a master manipulator? Her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of confusion. Who was Chuck, really? Was he ever human, or was his kind humane look just a clever disguise?

Holy shit, what was happening to me? As he carried my suitcase to the door, I followed, trying to act normal. But inside? I was on fire. Ryan Hale wasn't just Dad's best friend anymore. He was danger. Hot, forbidden danger. And I was already addicted.

Chuck Fedor and I had been married three years—no kids. The day I found out I was pregnant, I prepared perfectly: decorations, balloons, the whole deal, waiting to surprise him. He ghosted me all night. I kept texting. He kept saying, "Babe, just wait. I've got a surprise too." Something felt off. When I finally heard the door, I bolted. Chuck walked in holding a little girl. A woman stood next to him. He went full dead-serious mode. "Babe, this is Ella Vator. And her daughter, Lucy. She's cool with Lucy calling you godmother—Momma."