Novel & Cerita Lydia The Bard Don't Cry For Your Daughters Eve

Lydia looked at this wolf-like family, her heart pounding. It seemed that they indeed had murderous intentions towards her and Wythe. She wondered about the situation with Lambert. But for now, every second she could delay was a second gained! "Dad! Are you really going to stand by and watch them kill us? I'm your biological daughter! Wythe is your grandson! Don't you feel anything at all for us?" Lydia shouted at Harlan, trying to awaken his conscience.

At the Wolfen Academy’s annual ball, I stumbled upon a group of high-ranking Alphas cornering an Omega girl. They were trying to film her, to humiliate her. I stepped in. I saved her. A week later, she turned on me. She told everyone I was the one who bullied her. That I was the one blackmailing her with a video. I was taken away by the Alliance Enforcers. I lost my spot in the elite Gamma Team. The story blew up on the pack network. They even dragged my father’s name through the mud—a hero who died fighting vampires, now called a fraud. Our family lives and dies by its honor. Under the weight of it all, my mother wrote a letter. Then she killed herself on my father’s grave to prove my innoc

"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."

"I'm tired of fighting, Adrian," Lydia whispered, her voice breaking for the first time. "Every time I think the war is over, a new ghost appears. First Noah, then Vanessa, now Jessica and this... this vulture." Adrian’s expression softened, but the intensity in his gaze didn't dim. He pulled her into his arms, crushing her against his chest. He held her with a fierce, possessive strength, as if he could physically shield her from the volatility of the markets.

Lydia stared at them. Then she slowly shook her head. “Honestly…” She looked at each of them. “I don’t remember any of you.” Ava felt her chest tighten. “I don’t know any of you.” Lydia’s voice was quiet now. “If you all are what you say are…” She paused. “At least I should have some memory from that.” Dave stepped forward. “Are you being serious right now?” Lydia looked at him. “Well…” She gave a tiny shake of her head. “Yes, im deadass tired.”

The pain was indescribable. "You see? This is what happens when you fight against the natural order," Lydia said, standing over me. "The Covenant will rise again. I will make sure of it. Even if I have to rebuild it myself. Even if it takes decades." She turned to leave but Aurora shadow walked directly into her path. "You are not going anywhere." "Watch me." Lydia threw a smoke bomb that filled the room with thick black smoke. By the time it cleared, she was gone. Escaped through some hidden exit we had not found.

“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.

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.”

A voice drifted down the corridor. “Well, well. Isn’t this touching?” Selene’s blood froze. Darius stepped from the shadows, his red eyes gleaming in the torchlight. And in his grip— Lydia. Her little body pressed against his chest, his hand tight around her arm. Her eyes were wide, wet with terror. “Mummy!” she cried, reaching for Selene. Selene’s heart dropped into her stomach. Her claws shook at her sides. “Lydia…” Her gaze darted around, searching desperately. “Mary… where’s Mary?”