Lydia The Bard Don't Cry For Your Daughters Eve Novels & Stories

She wishes it lasts for a lifetime. Delinda kicks the food tray. Bits of rite scatter on the floor, and the plate flips to the side. “Take your poison away. If you want to kill me, do it the right way.” Lydia fists knots. She curses in Russian and stomps away. She brought food for the succubus, but ended up getting insulted. How many times will she learn the art of minding one’s business? See where empathy has landed her. Lydia’s hand shakes as he climbs the stairs.

"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."

Evangeline racked her brain, but never in a million years did she see this coming—Andrew demanding someone from her. "Alright, then!" Lydia shot up, her presence fierce, as she grilled Evangeline, "You've squirreled away our darling daughter, and now you have the nerve to ask me for her? You've been under my nose all these years, and boy oh boy, you've really shown your true colors. Who would've guessed? "Evangeline, you're quite the actress. It's a real shame you're not making a splash in Hollywood!"

Virginia retorted childishly making Deacon and I snort in amusement. Lydia was curled over on her knees, cradling her deformed arm to her chest, staring up at her daughter with disbelieving eyes; finally realising the girl before her wasn’t the weak child she believed she’d raised. Her daughter was stronger than she ever imagined and nothing she said or did was going to work anymore.

"One is dormant and the other can't shift." He leans away from me, taking a step back before he turns to walk away, "I don't know what you're talking about, your highness. Besides I only have one daughter-" "Your family feud is none of my business. I am only interested in who will be my bride-" "That's Ruby. It has already been decided-" "Yet there were two of her on the dance floor. One exhibited Alpha aura but couldn't shift. The other… let's just she's as good as useless-"

“Grrrrrr, you push the limits of my patience, how are you so certain, I won’t just get annoyed and kill you?” “Because you need me as leverage over Hades.” There is silence for a few moments, and the only sounds are his heavy breathing, as he reigns in his temper. “Roman, I am Roman Glass former beta of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now Alpha of the Dark Eclipse Rogue Pack.” Wow, I didn’t expect that, but I keep a stoic face. “I am Lydia, daughter of Wendy and Carlos Moon.” The shock, I see cross his face is worth every inch of my scars on my back. It is clear he never expected me to survive.

He allowed himself to cry quietly, just like he always did when he was alone at night and drunk. That night, the mighty Gideon Vesarius was drowning in tears as he listened to his daughter's painful cries. His tears flowed down his damp cheeks and carved a deep hole in his heart that only Lyzza, his precious wife, could heal. "Where are you, Lyzza? Come back to me, Strawberry... I beg you." **** "Lyzza, Mom is calling you!" She turned around as she heard Nida's familiar voice. The woman raised an eyebrow and scowled at her.

Just opens a drawer and pulls out a black velvet box. My stomach tightens. “You’re the last living daughter of House Morvain,” he says. “And it’s time you started acting like it.” Oh no. Not this again. “I left for a reason,” I remind him, voice low. “I walked away from this coffin of a family because I wanted something different. Something real.” “And what have you found, Lydia?” he asks, voice colder. “Isolation? A human friend who doesn’t know what you are? Bed partners who leave the moment the blood dries?”

After Lydia was brought back, she locked herself in her room and cried. Jordan listened outside, his heart aching as he heard his daughter’s sobs. “Knock, knock…” He knocked hard on the door. “Lydia, open the door. Stop crying. Dad will get revenge for you. I won’t let Benjamin go unpunished. Please open the door, okay?” Lydia, with her eyes swollen from crying, opened the door. Jordan looked at his daughter with heartache, trembling. “Lydia, don’t cry. It’s not worth it to cry over that bastard Benjamin.”

“I know. I'm just scared. No one can stand up to Darius, we need Caius.” Selene sighed, staring at the moon outside the window. “I need him too.” She muttered silently. ~~~~ The next day, Lydia sat on the stoop outside the bar, swinging her legs as she waited. She had no intention of staying home, no matter what promises she’d made. The bracelet gleamed on her wrist, the more she stared at it. The more she missed the man who had now become her father. When she spotted him walking down the lane, his hat low, his coat brushing his knees, her face lit up. She darted toward him. “You came back!”