Oldest Daughter Last Man Standing Novels & Stories

Serah demanded. No one answered immediately. That terrified her more than any explanation. Even the First Judge, a being that existed before gods and had judged countless civilizations, was searching for a solution. Finally, his gaze moved toward Evelyn. "The choice still belongs to her." Evelyn laughed quietly. Not because she found anything funny. She was exhausted. Tired of hearing the same sentence repeated again and again. "The Last Daughter will choose. Evelyn Cross will decide. The fate of the world rests in your hands."

the leader of the community spoke loud in anger. “We kill!” the people chorused. And as the people kept shouting, the old man kept having flashbacks of his wife and his daughter running around and playing with him. “I don’t want to die, Daddy,” Emily replied before she closed her eyes. And that was the last words she spoke before she closed her eyes, as her words kept echoing in his ears, and with tears streaming down his eyes and pains that lingered for years he screamed. “They murdered my daughter, my only daughter!” the old man shouted kneeling on his two knees with tears flowing out of his eyes.

The guards blocked his way by crossing their long spears in front of the old man wearing rugged clothes and gripping his daughter's arm. "Back off!" the guard pushed his shoulder. The old man is determined. "Please, my Lord!" he shouted. "My daughter... she's the finest girl alive! Her beauty is beyond the earth!" Arden's mother grimaced. "What a dirty old man..." Bored in his seat, Arden gestured for the guards to let him in. His mother's eyes narrowed. "Are you for real, Arden?" she almost hissed. Arden watched how the dirty old man pulled his daughter's arm while she was resisting. With a glimpse of her face, Arden's thick brows slowly knitted.

the daughter of the princess asked curiously. As the old woman lifted a shaking finger towards the horizon and started muttering something under her breath. As she drew her last breath, both twins saw their doom approach. The last survivors of the Daniels clan were heading towards them, screaming war cries, with their weapons drawn. And as the woman continued to mutter under her breath, twins too perished right where there entire clan had ended. Where their grandparents had died, where they killed their own parents, there only they too were murdered.

"My father died protecting innocent people." Richard's smile faded. "He died because he refused to join us." Liam slowly moved to the side, searching for an opening. Oliver noticed and quietly signaled him to wait. Emma's mother suddenly spoke. "Richard..." "Let my daughter go." Richard didn't even look at her. "You've been making demands for twenty years." "They've never changed anything." Emma stared at her mother. "Why?" "Why did they keep you alive?" Her mother swallowed hard. "Because..." "...I witnessed the night the founders signed their final agreement."

After exhausting every option, after calculating every outcome, Granduncle would choose the most valuable daughter left. Me. I had always known I would be his last move. And I had already decided I would accept. “Why are you all shouting?” Granduncle snapped. “Is there another unmarried daughter in this family I am unaware of?” No one answered. The silence was thick with dread. My father stepped forward hesitantly. “Uncle… Bella is—” “She is the highest-ranking unmarried daughter we have left,” Granduncle cut in sharply. “Her position alone secures our advantage.”

" I finish, taking a step closer to him. Watching his jaw clench, I clench my fists ready for combat. "Are you threatening me? Finally created balls, boy." He struts, not taking any steps away. "Do you think I have cause for revenge?" Drop it back. The old man doesn't back down, he keeps looking at me attentively, menacingly, like a bird of prey. "I imagine you did not get over the fact that my daughter married someone else." I clench my fists tighter, hating the victorious look on his face. "I expected more from Aurora, but I can't say I'm unhappy with my current arrangement. I mean, your other daughter doesn't disappoint at all. My tone comes out suggestive, full of innuendo and the man fa

We might be few in numbers but Alpha Gillard’s strength lives in us, he would want us to fight for his daughter—” “Old man Jenkins, is it? Ah I remember you now. The beta that wanted Gill’s seat, the beta that was too old, too ambitious to realize Gill was the Alpha of Gold Claw and no one would change that. You are here to save Gill’s daughter?” Connor stands up and on the high pedestal he tips his nose below at the old man who’s starting to turn a little pale. “You and what army?” Connor finishes, eyes blazing, fists knotted.

The silence stretched until my ears started to ring. "So," the old man said, finally turning those river-water eyes toward me. "This is the tribute from Moonlake Crest. We expected Alpha Gideon’s daughter, Sienna. The treaty was very clear, Valerius. The oldest daughter." "Sienna was weak," Valerius said flatly. "She would have died on the mountain pass. I don't need dead weight in my palace." "And what do you call this?" a woman sitting across from us asked. She was thin as a twig, with powdered white skin and lips painted the color of fresh blood. Her dark eyes sneered at my wide shoulders, my thick waist, and my black tunic.

The young man moved closer to the old man and whispered, “It’s time, I’m ready.” The old man proudly looked at him. “I knew i made a right choice with you.” The young man with his shoulders high smiled, “When do we start?” “Young man, we have started already.” “You never cease to amaze me Mr. Hamuumbu.” “You haven’t seen the best of me, my boy. Now go out there, find my daughter; she has more guts than my son. I will give you the address, she’s back in the country.”