Lucifer Daughter 소설 & 이야기

I looked at the thread of fate, I don't know if i should be happy or not…. “You liar!” Lucian began. “Did she know the rumor about you being the devil and….” “She knows who I am already,” Lucifer replied with a terse tone. Then he pulled my hand again, “You know the way to my house, I’m keeping her” With that, Lucifer stepped out of the office and I went after him. But before that, Madam Diana rushed. “The condition!” Lucifer stopped without turning and I wonder if she planned this. “She’s not just a prostitute to me. She’s my daughter. You Lords have just one month! Until one month, I will decide if she leaves or stays!”

It was the final act of his blasphemy. “Help me, Dad. “ she asked, and it wasn't God she was referring to. He listened, and the ground shuddered again. Much faster than the heavenly dogs, Lucifer personally came to his rescue, because he knew who his first daughter was and what she was capable of. And he didn't make her go back to hell, he didn't leave her helpless and powerless. On the contrary, he reaped his immortal life like a snap of his fingers and threw Arianna's soul into the wind, so that she would reincarnate and again could return to hell when she was ready to reign for another century.

“I don’t care if you want him dead. Hell, I don’t blame you for it. But just this once—this one time, I need you to put it down.” He leaned forward, his voice like ice. “Because I can’t do this alone.” The room went quiet again and they exchanged glances. “It’s my wife,” Lucifer went on, his voice roughening at the last word. “Her life is on the line. This is complicated, and I don’t have time to explain it all. No questions.” He looked straight at Giovanni, then back at his men. “But she’s his daughter. And she needs to stay alive.” For a long while, no one moved. The men sat frozen, their eyes darting between Lucifer and Giovanni, as they tried to piece it together, but they didn't dare as

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.

" This story is getting fucked up, because if she was with that Peter, then Augusto's actions were premeditated. Do you believe her? "I don't know, I suppose so." She rang true when she confessed to me. "Do you think she was with her father in this setup?" " No, Augusto Leal uses his daughters as if they were one of his possessions. Aurora is not a bad person." "Relapse?" " No way." I'm pissed at that old man. " What happened next? Were you coming home?" " Yes, but a snake appeared in the middle of the road and I had to break, I ended up hitting a tree, and I was unconscious."

And the second child—the boy—had not let out a Sovereign’s Howl. This was wrong. His fingers twitched around the newborn boy in his arms. He barely registered the soft, struggling breaths of the infant—his son—because his mind was still reeling from the daughter that came first. He turned toward the still, pale woman on the bed, his chest aching. Lillith had named her before she died. Cinder. The name burned in his mind, filling him with an inexplicable rage. Twins? He could accept. A female Alpha? The Moon Goddess did not choose females. She never had.

Leaving her neighbor to wander the width of the dungeon with a tension that he could not contain, it was time for the truth, a fact he thought by hiding it might not become a reality, He stood in front of her, watching her watching him with anticipation, waiting for an answer from him: "You are nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun, created from its light, possessing supernatural powers so that you can transform yourself into a fiery torch as dangerous as a mobile atomic bomb capable of wiping the trace of life off the face of the earth in a jiffy, and what happened before is a miniature model of your destructive abilities that you will acquire after the completion of your transformation » He fi

“Any yet, you want me to go back? You hate me that much?” “Oh, stop your hysterics, Sister!” Daphne holstered her weapon. She joined our father to scowl at me. “Listen to Father. You had one important task. One!” She held up one gloved finger. “And you’re already failing,” she sneered. “Daphne is right, Erina. This is the most important task of your life. You must return to the Lycan.” He released my shoulders. “I don’t hate you, my daughter. You must believe me. It is the hardest sacrifice I’ve had to make in my life.”

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.

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio