Novel & Cerita Prodigal Daughter Book

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

Heir. I felt sick. Not from disgust. From scale. From pressure. From the way one life could suddenly become too large to recognise from the inside. I was not only Elaine’s daughter. I was the child of prophecy, phantom wolf, dragon, Prima blood, war and theft and sacrifice and impossible expectation. The thought made me want to curl up and tear the pages out and throw them into the fire and demand a smaller life from the Moon herself. Too late. Too late for small. Too late for ordinary. Too late for pretending my life began in Vandwood and only later turned strange. It had always been strange. Always been written toward this.

Stepping out of the car I let my soaked body be held in her arms, trying to pretend I was the same girl that had left this same place three years ago, before Marcus, before I had tragically learned what it was to be not enough. “You lost a lot of weight, what did that foolish boy do to you? You look so pale, almost a skeleton of your old self.” my mother cried, pulling me closer in her arms. “Come in, Linda will make you whatever you want.” she beckoned me inside. Staring at the door, I felt like a prodigal daughter finally gaining her senses and crawling back to her parents' warm hands. I stopped in my steps at the sight of my father standing right in front of the door, face straight, makin

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”

The great hall was empty when I entered. The torches flickered on the walls, casting dancing shadows across the stone floor. The throne sat at the far end, imposing and cold. And on it sat my father. "Well, well." Kael's voice echoed through the chamber, smooth and amused. "The prodigal daughter returns. I was wondering when you'd come crawling back." I forced myself to step forward, my chin held high. "I'm not crawling, Father. I'm walking. There's a difference." "Is there?" He rose from the throne, descending the steps with the easy grace of a predator. "You fled from your pack. You betrayed your family. You mated with a hybrid. And now you expect me to welcome you with open arms?"

“My da is a leshy, and I have no mother at all. I am here to speak to Morena, the woman who abandoned me to nechist, to become a toy of Baba Yaga’s.” Capitol Hill traffic spilled by outside, and I could see through the window Snegurochka’s son, my daughter’s guardian. He was smoking a cigarette, perhaps to calm his nerves. I supposed he wanted to give my daughter time alone with her negligent mother, to hear my answers in privacy. “I did not abandon you,” I said, stepping out from the workshop where I was pressing fern flowers for their nectar. “I gave you the best possible upbringing with Buyan’s best king and a legacy you deserved. A chance to become the goddess Buyan longed for.”

Money was already scarce, and she wasn’t about to waste it on an ungrateful child. Unfortunately, the institution was a scam. Once the money went in, it never came back out. When Mom threw one of her usual tantrums, several burly men beat her and tossed her outside. She never dared go back again. Only then did she finally realize that I had guaranteed her previously comfortable life. She began frantically calling and messaging me, even asking where I worked so she could come find me. However, Mira blocked every attempt. I had worked in Halcyon City for five years, and Mom didn’t even know which city I lived in.

Callan and I start to growl at her, her smile is vicious. “Are you boys looking for my daughter? She did not come home but, I will tell you now, she is not your whore! Go fuck a mutt! Leave her alone!” she snarls. I had a feeling that I might face her, my father warned me about her, her father had told him, that he had a daughter that went dark years ago. He gave me a pill with powerful magic that blocks a dark one's attack. She closes her eyes and starts chanting, as she is distracted, we decided to try and drive away. Suddenly we felt something pulling on the car. It feel as if something has attached an anchor to the car and turned us into sitting ducks.

"Sir, you didn't have to," Cross said, but he collected the big envelope from dad, at least he had manners. "Just think of it as a bribe and make sure not to hurt my daughter, she is the baby of this house, she might be stubborn and lacking in lots of ways but she has a good heart and is a risk-taker as you already know, I know your marriage is not a love natch but you guys can take time and get to know each other and build a relationship and you will be surprised how beautiful it will turn out to be,"

I searched a couple of tens on the internet for any information regarding Sophia and I couldn't find anything other than the fact that she is the prodigal daughter of a certain wealthy businessman. "Typical" I murmured the words out. She was certainly one of those displaced humans looking for a place to nest and reap from where they didn't show. But she has failed this time. I lifted the glass of chilled yogurt I had sitting beside me to my lip and parted it open with the glass. I took little sips at first but the chilling feeling I got on my lip at the first two sips made me gulp down the rest of the yogurt in the glass into my stomach. I was thirsty and loved how the ice burnt my esophagus