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The youngest giggled nervously, toes sinking slightly as if into mud. “Like Mama,” she said. The middle child shook violently. “No,” he whispered. “Not like her. She stayed with words. It wants more now.” The eye beneath the floor shifted, rolling slowly beneath the wood. Wherever it passed, the hut creaked in pleasure. “Blood ends hunger,” the voice murmured. “Blood makes home.” Memories surged again — not visions this time, but feelings. Lerato’s exhaustion. Her fear. Her love sharpened into desperation. She had bargained for shelter, for safety, for time.

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

The eggs were stiff and greasy, the toast curled and dry, the fruit sour with age. From the hallway came faint laughter—Celia's bright, coquettish voice carrying clearly: "Mmm~ I love caviar! You still remember I hate cheap toast, right? Only the best food deserves my stomach~" Of course. They left me the scraps—cold, flavorless remains— while serving her a feast. I didn't cry. Even sorrow felt like a waste now. The encrypted satellite phone vibrated with its distinctive buzz. A message from my mother: "Several safe house options and dress designs have been sent to your secure line. Choose one, darling."

My parents moved here from the demon realm before I was born but I’ve visited often. Once the girls woke up I made them breakfast. “Thanks Dad! My Dad makes the best breakfast, huh Riley??” Aaliyah said and I tried not to react to her calling me her Dad which she hadn’t done until now. I didn’t mind it at all but it did catch me off guard. “Hm-mm cousin, he makes it almost as good as my mom,” Riley replied. After breakfast, I went to the backyard with the girls where they played and danced to music Riley selected.

I glanced at her maid, and immediately I froze, turning back to the maid, whose face was still down. I tilted my head to the side, trying to see her face clearly, why did she look like the lady who was with the king in the garden? “My mother is just very protective of my father, they are the most loving couple I have ever seen,” Pamela said with a blush. I could only help but scoff. Like father-like daughter, they knew how well to mask their evil side. If I hadn't seen their other sides I would have believed them and still think highly of them.

" The little girl shook her mother with curiosity beaming from her eyes. She was immersed in the story and she wanted to reach the climax. But the mother had a different gut feeling. She could already feel the chills creeping up her spines. It was not supposed to happen that way. " Are you certain it's dawn break already? " The mother asked trying the take a better look out. The little girl chuckled as if she had cracked a perfect joke. " What is it? " The mother asked as anger and terror filled her voice. The little girl ran to the window and pulled the blinds away. It was still dark and the yellow light was from a street lamp turned in their direction.

Readers of "Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return", Your dearest author would like to announce that I have turned this book into a series. I have written all the stories of Ethan's and Sam's children. To read the rest, simply search for the books below. Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story)

I quickly washed my hair in my peppermint shampoo and conditioner, then washed my body in a vanilla bean sugar scrub. Putting on some comfortable pajamas, I curled up in bed with my sketchbook. I looked over to the dresses then decided to pick out something. I closed my eyes, trying to remember my mothers’ face…Before I knew it, I had my mother staring back at me. I don’t remember many moments with my mother, but the ones I do, I cherish with all my heart.

The title is just being passed down through the generation and all of them are either successful in their own way. “ Dad.” My voice echoes through the study room while my father is busy scanning some folders. He looks at me for a moment before he stops me from talking. Scattering my sight through the study area, I have noticed the tall bookshelves about politics and it scares me. The thickness of those books will consume almost half of my life if I ever decided to read those. “ W-Why did you call me?” I asked him before stepping at the side, nervously watching him. This version of him is my least favorite. When dad is quiet, it’s either he solved the problem or he’s doing something that will

"She knew about her background all along, so she had the doctor switch the blood samples ahead of time. I once collected hair from both of you and ran a test. Gianna is your biological daughter!" Domenico remembered the girl covered in blood on the punishment frame, biting her lip and refusing to beg for mercy. Those eyes so similar to Isabella's held nothing but pain and bone-deep despair. "I... I beat my own daughter! I personally gave the order and nearly beat my daughter to death!" The Don who had commanded respect for years seemed to age ten years in an instant, his eyes full of horror and regret. "It wasn't me! Papa! Mamma! Don't listen to his lies!"