Oldest Daughter Last Man Standing Novels & Stories

“You…” Sabrina interrupted him. “I almost forgot, now that you’ve safely sent your daughter to Star Island, you have nothing to be afraid of anymore, right?” “That’s right!” the old man snapped. “Since there’s no point in continuing this charade, it’s now time to decide who’s stronger! Sabrina Scott, let me tell you! I only have one granddaughter. I will never let you bully her. I will use all my strength to stop Sebastian from attacking the island!”

“MY SON deserves to be Alpha! I should have been the Luna from the start! But you and that damn brat stole yet something else from me and my son!” “That ‘brat’ is my daughter!” Abraham shouted as the sun started to creep over the horizon. “And as of right now she is your Alpha! Show some respect!” “It's okay, Mom.” Wyatt nearly whispered. “She was always stronger than me anyway.” He held his head in his hands. “Is that why?” “No, that shouldn’t have anything to do with it.” My dad answered as he pulled a book from the shelf. “The title passes to the oldest by default, only a few exceptions would stop that.”

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

"Baby, Mommy is waiting for you to come home." And then I was awake. From that moment on, I stopped fighting the Gambling King's abuse. I stopped sending messages to the outside world. I stopped hoping Nathan would remember our past and rescue me. For five years, I watched coldly as he and Vivian built their perfect love story, as I clawed my way into becoming the matriarch of the Gambling King's household. Because if I wanted to complete the mission, first I had to survive. Five years passed in the blink of an eye. I survived that devouring Loween City dynasty—and then the Gambling King died suddenly.

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

I was nothing but a tool to them, a pawn they used to keep their daughter in line. Those 14 days of torment, those days when death would have been a mercy, were nothing in their eyes but a means of sending Talia a message. I stood frozen in place, cold to the core, every breath a sharp ache in my chest.

"The late Alpha Holland was my stepfather. He raised me as his own son. I have every right to inherit his position." Elder GoodOld, a stern woman who is the second oldest elder in the council. She never liked me, not even for one day. “You killed the man!” she chime in, leaning forward so I can see her vast gray hair “It is a family matter!” I say through gritted teeth “Well, it is public now because everybody knows!” she tires back “That is not why we are here!” I shoot a difference towards her

Then he brought her to the family council meeting and announced before the five major Mafia families of Corholt, “She is the Vitale family’s only daughter.” That day, when I heard the servants repeating those words outside the cellar, I finally understood that I had not only lost my mother but my father, too.

"They're with me. Let them pass." The guards stepped back, allowing them inside. As they walked through the pack's camp, Irene looked around nervously. "So many soldiers," she whispered. Sonia heard her and replied, "We're preparing for war, Irene. Natalie has made sure of that." Soon, they entered a large wooden hall lit by torches. Inside, a tall, broad-shouldered man stood by a table, looking over a map. His eyes lifted when he saw them. "Alpha Jason Stonewood," Sonia said, turning to Bruce. "This is Elder Bruce, the last of the Red Pine Circle. And this is his last surviving member, Irene."

He called his eldest daughter. "Gosh, Stella!" Daisha said and rolled her eyes at her sister. "Daisha, is that true?" Elder Remus asked his eldest daughter again. "Okay, fine! Yeah, I'm living with a man." Daisha answered, which surprised her father. "Daisha, what are you doing—