Oldest Daughter Last Man Standing Novels & Stories

Torn edge under glass. “My father’s last order was: ‘Tear it.’” Her voice was steady. “He was dead when I read it. I chose not to.” Willa picked up: “Because dead men can’t cage you. Only living ones can.” She tapped the photo. “He called us daughters before he died. He didn’t know Elma yet. He knew me. He still chose both.” Nathan: “Motion. Make the Trust permanent. No heir. Ever.” 11 hands. Unanimous.

The things I loved about him had turned into the very things he used to stab me in the back. Yeah, he was the worst. "Cheating is cheating. I've never heard of someone cozying up in bed with their own sister. "And don't you dare tarnish the word 'sister'. I won't forgive you, either. "It's over between us. Now, please leave." With those final words, I headed straight for the lab building. He did not come after me, just stood there watching me. He knew me all too well.

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I

Much to their surprise, Grayson stared at the old lady with a piercing gaze. “I suppose that is enough,” he said, his voice colder than Hestia heard before. “Do not interfere, Grayson. I have every right to discipline this stubborn daughter of mine.” “From what I observed, the more you tighten the leash on her, she only becomes more…” His gaze shifted to Hestia for a mere second before finishing his sentence. “Hardheaded.” He let go of Mrs. Charter’s hand who stared daggers at Hestia for a long second.

At some point, I felt the need for affection from a woman. She cleared away all the dishes and went into the kitchen to finish her daily chores, while I left the dining room and started to search the library that my father frequented. I had to admit that there were some very old books, for the Hellfrost family is one of the oldest in existence. I sit for a moment near the bookcase and begin to slowly survey the completely clean place. I smile slightly. I think about my father and how he earned the right to be called that because he was in my childhood what could be considered a rebellious child.

But my parents died five years ago already. I came back to my senses when Enzo tried to pull me by the wrist again, but in anger I pulled back my arm and slapped him hard. He was annoyed and was about to hurt me when Dave and Hayes came to stop him. "What the hell?!" Enzo shouted looking at me. "How dare you—" "How dare you throw away the bracelet my parents gave me?!" I shouted back. He snorted. "Then ask another from them baby girl" "Why don't you do it yourself since you're the one who threw it away?! Ask my parents and follow them 6ft under the ground!" I shouted and walked to the tall grass to search.

he chuckled, I shook my head and moved my gaze back to Dixon who was also staring at Wharton with his teeth clenched. “Where do you say the oldest daughter was found?” I questioned, pulling Dixon's attention back to myself. “Oh,” he adjusted his posture, a faint smirk on his face and said, “she was knocked out in front of the old King's building.” “Do you get anything out of her?” I dragged my feet towards the couch and sat down on the couch opposite Wharton. “No.” Dixon shook his head, “whoever took the Queen must have knocked down the oldest daughter before they went for the Queen. The only thing the oldest daughter could remember was following the Queen out of the banquet hall, and then,

He had not reported one more thing to Old Master Stewart—today was his last day working at Stewart manor! The old man’s face was rough like old wood and rigid without a trace of warmth. At this moment, his cloudy pupils flickered a cold gleam… Today was the last day he could stay in this place! To be exact, there was not much time left that he could spend here before his master came back! As for Old Master’s warning… He did not take the main door but went to the basement instead. He made a call and said, “Old Master has given new instructions. Release the news about those guys. It’s time to let your good daughter meet them.”

The air inside smelled of burning sage and aged parchment, thick with tradition and something even heavier: judgment. Fredrick stepped inside first, but before I could follow, Elder Marcus, the oldest among them, raised a hand. “The Luna stands alone.” I hesitated for only a second before stepping forward, ignoring the way my stomach clenched at Fredrick’s absence by my side. The doors shut behind me, leaving only the elders and me in the flickering torchlight. Elder Helena, the only woman among them, leaned forward slightly, her piercing gaze locking onto mine. “You are the daughter of Alpha Gregory Marlowe, a man known for his ruthlessness.”

“The bloodline isn’t lost. He’s here. He’s alive.” His son nods. “We lost everything,” the old man continues, voice heavy. “Your mother… your sister… That young woman beside him earlier, I heard she’s his mate, the only daughter of one of Fenwick’s loyal friends. All of them were butchered because they stood beside his father.” His son lowers his head. “We ran with nothing but hope in our hands,” the old man says, eyes distant. “Hope that one day… one day, we could make it right.”