Rick's Daughter Walking Dead Novels & Stories

After my sister, Elina Spencer, died, I became her replacement. I copied everything she did and bent over backward to please them, all because I wanted to matter to them just a little more. But there was only ever room for Elina in their hearts. They never stopped reminding me that I was nothing more than her substitute, that I should never dream of taking her place. Then one day, Elina—the one everyone thought was dead—came back. At last, I was free. I left this world in peace. Only then did they regret everything. They cried as they chased after me, pleading for me to return, begging for my forgiveness. But I was already dead.

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

she snapped showing her small teeth. Rick nodded and sighed, understanding that his daughter was likely experiencing a great deal of turmoil from being alone, which explained her intense anger. He cleared his throat and said: "Well, here's what we are going to do. I'm going to turn back and play with myself. When I am about to orgasm, I'm turning to face you again and you can have my cum. Deal?" The girl rolled her eyes and grunted: "Has he grown up or I've actually never been born?" She grunted sarcastically. "What's the fucking difference whether I see you masturbating in front of me or not, Dad? I've seen men doing it on the internet before and..."

There was a trace of blood over it, strange and alarming. Nick walked towards the cliff and looked down. He took a staggered step back and called out to me. “Alpha, you might want to see this,” he said, his voice dripping with dread. I walked over to where he stood with Adam and the sight before us should have been impossible, but we were looking at it. Dead bodies of werewolves, probably rogues, were packed underneath the cliff. “Should we inform the rest of the Packs?” Adam asked. I shook my head, my eyes fixed on the lifeless bodies before me. “They were probably rogues, and we're uncertain that they were killed by hunters.”

I wanted to die right there on the spot. Jax’s eyebrows shot up. He looked between us, confused, shocked, picking up on that word, picking up on the way Rick was holding me, the way he was looking at me like I was something he owned completely. "Yours?" Jax repeated, frowning deeper. "Yours? What do you mean yours? She’s your—" Rick cut him off fast, correcting himself, but the damage was already done. "My stepdaughter!" Rick snapped. "She is my stepdaughter, and you do not put your hands on her. You do not stand this close. You do not look at her like that. I have told you… she is off limits. Do I make myself clear?"

I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady.

" Mum's voice ran out, bright and oblivious. I quickly ducked into the shadows, heading for my room. I slammed my door shut, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. My skin felt too tight with the humiliation of Mr Rick rejection. He called me a fucking lab rat, he called me ugly. What hasn't he called me? I could still feel the lingering weight of his hard rock leaning on my pussy. That was so sexy. I was just about to throw myself onto the bed when the sound of voices rose from down the stairs. They were loud and aggressive. "You have to get rid of it, Annabelle," Mr Rick's voice cut through the silence of the mansion. "It could be dangerous, this shouldn't exist. Hand it over to the he

She's trying to ruin me! "Even now, you still want to frame Elisa?" Gianna's voice suddenly broke. "She's already dead!" Silence fell over the hall. Ten seconds of deathly silence ensued. Ausilia jumped to her feet. "W-What did you say?" "I said, your daughter Elisa Neri is dead. She died in your living room a month ago with no one by her side."

She had walked past me, holding Valarie’s hand, and said, “Ms. Lance, as a mother myself, let me give you some advice. Stop this. If you don’t, your daughter, who’s still lying in the morgue, will never find peace.” I had stood in front of Davin’s office, shrouded in gloom, while she had been impeccably dressed and radiant. At that moment, she was a complete wreck. The moment she saw me, Portia tried to charge forward to claw at me. Fortunately, the police stopped her just in time. Her gaze was hostile. Even her trembling voice could not conceal her hatred. “You monster! Where is my daughter? Give her back to me! “Just give me my child. Name your price! I’ll pay anything!”

Chen collapses against the doorframe. "Welcome to true death, Maya," Rick says. His face is the last thing I see before darkness claims me again. "This time, there's no coming back." Everything goes black.