Palace 3: The Lost Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

His daughter also lived here, until she disappeared mysteriously. He was severely worried about her. The apple of his eye, his only daughter had gone missing without a trace. He was going to find whoever took her, that is if she was taken. His daughter could be very trickish and crazy. But crazy enough to disappear for days without a word? That he doesn't know. Walking out of the confinements of the palace, he headed to a deep and shady part of the palace, the dungeons. The guard at the door opened the gate for him to pass.

she took a glance outside and back at Zara’s face who nodded quietly giving up the idea of getting out any sort of information from Maria who looked so determined not to say a single word to her, deep down Zara already had a feeling that whatever the news might be it definitely won’t be a good one, they left the house quietly, Zara did well by shutting the door behind as they started their journey off to the palace. The journey was a quiet one as neither Maria or Zara said a word to each other, deep down Maria felt so sorry that she couldn’t say anything about what had happened the previous night at the palace to Zara, she felt Zara might be upset with her but what could she do? She might en

I’m hardly ten minutes away from Daisy and I’m already feeling it—that ice-cold, feral focus that comes over me when I need to get something important done. And right now, nothing could be more important than rescuing Daisy’s mother. The Palace, as Matt calls it, is a hideout mansion like something out of Scarface. It looks like a house a frat boy would buy if he suddenly woke up with a hundred million dollars. Gaudy, tasteless, and if I remember right, registered to some shell company owned by Matt that he does business through.

Then quickly an evil smirk grows on his face, he parts his lips to speak but then someone calls him out from behind, “Colin! Come on in!” “If a weak human like you is starting to work here as a maid then I must try to stay at home all the time -” with a wink in her direction and Colin makes his way out of the palace, sitting in his lavish car. The door remains open and when he went away, she can’t help but to stare inside. The insides of the palace almost seem like a dream. In her mind, she thinks of talking to her mother, asking for her permission relating to this position. She is well aware of the fact that her mother is going to refuse this decision of yours but at the same time, consider

He followed behind her quietly as she left the palace gates. Xisuthra watched her buy two chickens and walk down the road to a small house uphill. It looked like where the maids and servants retired to when they left the palace. Irkal was a third-generation slave. Her father had sold her back to the palace even after he had gotten his freedom because of his extreme gambling and drinking habits. At first, Irkal was angry and swore to destroy her father, but then she met the princess and grew to love her father back despite his ways.

Even my teacher, Mary Doyle, once phoned her in front of me. My mom laughed smugly and said, "Ms. Doyle, Sienna's father and I are divorced now. I'm not her mother anymore! From now on, whether she has a heart attack or gets into trouble, please don't call me anymore. By the way, my daughter is Laura. She's so much better than that ungrateful Sienna..." She thought those words would make me sad. However, I simply grabbed Mary's phone and said coldly, "Ms. Greene, Laura broke the smartwatch Ms. Brooks bought me. It's worth 3000 dollars. Please pay me back immediately!"

It feels like a debt I can never repay. My stand in dad’s got me safely to the end of the aisle. There were a few who were wiping away tears in the first rows. But Alec had my full attention as the older wolves handed me to Alec Tom said. “Look after our Luna.” And Julian said. “We entrust our greatest prize into your care.” Alec nodded at them individually.

"We are executing the chase, Lorrie. But we cross the water strictly on our terms." Across the shimmering canal... Deep within the damp, cavernous grand hall of the decaying Venetian palace, Grace Elmundo fiercely twisted her forearms, trying to disrupt the tension of the industrial ropes biting into her skin. A masked vanguard guard aggressively pulled the cordage taut, slamming a heavy knot into place. "Cease the kinetic movement, woman. Maintain a quiet baseline." Grace glared up at the black ballistic fabric covering his face, her voice dripping with venom. "Your network has miscalculated the tracking script. My daughter will find this coordinate. She will dismantle your floor."

Back then, when I was playing poker with him and transferring the winnings, I'd accidentally shown him the balance in my bank account. Darren had seen it, and the way he looked at me after that had changed completely. Still, I hadn't thought much about it back then. But then, shortly after, Darren suddenly had a "daughter" who seemed to appear out of nowhere. He told me that Lola had been living with his in-laws the whole time, which was why we had never seen her before this. This fake daughter of his always showed up in the middle of our games, bringing beer and snacks so Darren could cheat right then.

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”