Novel & Cerita Palace 3: The Lost Daughter

*The palace* Grandma Amelia decided to package the present she bought for her friend, she checked it everywhere but couldn't find it. Bellamy came out of no way with a smirk on her face. "Dearest Leilani, let's see what you will do today." Bellamy exclaimed as she remembered how they took out the necklace out of the queen mother's chamber. Grandma Amelia destroyed almost everywhere but still couldn't find it. "Queen mother, is everything okay?" Bellamy chipped in.

Ragnar inquired, his tone tinged with concern. "I've received news that three individuals from the Palace were abducted while returning from the supermarkets, where they were purchasing supplies for the Palace. Witnesses reported seeing the Palace car, so I contacted the Palace and confirmed that three of them had indeed left," James explained, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. Ragnar's demeanor, however, remained surprisingly calm, even as Daphne continued to enjoy her meal unperturbed.

Frankie said and held her arm. -You must not go... You are the daughter of the most feared king and Christopher's wife... this is your palace. He told her, and that left her speechless. She met his eyes, then took Frankie's hand. -Let's have fun! she said she. The prince saw both approaching, very distracted and laughing non-stop. -What's going on? asked the prince, forcing a smile. The girls stopped her dance when they saw her arrive. -It happens that Frankie drowned today in the sea, and I had to rescue him. Go tell the truth.

Like something is watching us. We enter what looks like a ruined palace, with broken pillars and black vines crawling over the walls. Shadows move along the ground like snakes. Then we hear it. A child’s cry. My heart jumps. “Mommy!”I run…Through broken halls. Down twisting corridors. Xander and Lena chase behind me. I turn a corner and stop, There she is. My daughter. Locked in a cage made of shadows. She looks at me with big eyes full of tears. “You came…”I rush forward…but something slams me back.

“Buried in the lower partitions of Donga’s primary server. Took me forever to crack. Thought you’d want to see.” The file name was simple: MONALISA_GRANT_FINAL I took it to my room, locked the door, and watched. The footage was old. Grainy. A security camera from a corridor I didn’t recognize. Mom stood at one end, dressed in a gray coat, hair tied back, face pale but fierce. She stared straight at the camera. Then she whispered: “You think breaking me ends this. But you’re wrong. The fire you lit? It lives in her. And it won’t stop burning until every one of you is ash.”

Miss Apion mindfully adds. “The last rule is that you can roam free on the manor grounds and in it, the east and the west wing you can explore in your leisure,” Mr. Apion offers. “There is only one room out of bounds, and this is my workplace on the third landing. My job implores confidentiality.” “Why?” Joshua asks and rattles off his questions. “Do you work for the government?” His voice rises with budding fervour. “Like a spy or a secret agent?”

Brothers who came to check on her if she was gone for too long. She had been on her way to the pack when she saw them leaving and decided to follow them. That was how she'd found out where Mikain had taken her. When Clarisse asked her why it had taken so long to get Reed, she'd said that she got lost on her way back because she had never been to the palace. Luckily nothing went wrong. She refused to think about the three men who'd died that day. They weren't worth her time. "Get yourself a dress. I'll introduce you to Robin and Titania"

Princess Arabella had just declared herself a player in the most dangerous game created. It was clear the first move was made when every window in the ballroom shattered, and a masked man stepped through the debris. At some point Arabella managed to slip past me, my attention directed on killing as many of the masked men as possible. More men poured through the windows and I wondred how the hell they slipped past security. I wasn't entirely surprised, Royal's had a way of getting what they wanted. I was forced to my knees by the leader, staring down the barrel of a gun.

Although it was early in the night, a large portion of wolves had found their mates, and were dancing softly together, or had exited the ball early to be alone together. “Alpha Evander, Luna Ida,” my father greeted, and all three of us bowed. “Betas Marley and Imara,” Evander grinned. It sounded strange to hear my parent’s names; I always thought of them as mum and dad. “And who’s this?” Luna Ida asked, peering inquisitively at me. “This is our daughter, the Young Beta Arienne,” my dad said. I bowed again. “It’s an honour to meet you,” I said, nodding to each of them in turn.

My limbs weirdly loosing strength as gravity pulls me to the ground. ★★★★★★★★ ★★★★★★ (BACK AT THE PALACE WHEN THEY FINALLY REALIZED THAT A PARTICULAR PERSON IS MISSING!!) Third person's pov. "What do you mean that you can't find her?" Queen Veronica solemn face flickers. "Double the search. Triple it! Find her!" "Your majesty every single nook and cranny of the place has been combed through. Not even the woods were left out, right to the pack boder. But we still can't find my lady." The head of the palace warrior bows in fear.