Novel & Cerita Rick's Daughter Walking Dead

They were going to be a handful when they grew up, and Rick and Debbie wanted the time to spend with them now. When Old Wilson first went looking for Rick after the death of Byron Green, he warned Rick that there might be people who would seek revenge on his father. But so far, other than the trouble at the beginning with the Green family, more exactly with Old Madame and His uncle Roy, Rick had been left alone. All of that was about to change.

The line went dead. My arms trembled as I flung the phone at the bed, and it bounced in the air. I decided to call 911. “My daughter has been locked inside the mortuary refrigerator. She is six and wearing a thin dress. It is forty degrees in there, and she has been inside for almost two hours.” “Stay calm. The mortuary is under the jurisdiction of the suburbs. It will take the police thirty to forty minutes to get there.” “Forty minutes? She is only wearing a dress.”

"Trade objective detected: parental approval was not achieved. "Under the principle of fair trade, one-sided payment did not receive the promised return. Self-destruction protocol initiated. "Original host, Mia Lawson: confirmed deceased." Mom screamed. "What do you mean, dead?" "Give my Mia back! Give her back to me!" Dad lay paralyzed on the floor, pupils blown wide, strange sounds catching in his throat. Ava stumbled to my desk and shook "my" shoulders with all her strength. "Mia! Come back! Come back!

A realization. Rick hadn’t acted alone. The attack had been too organized. Too deliberate. The witch. Everything led back to her. And if Rick was willing to kidnap a baby, then there was no limit to what he might do next. “We need to find them.” Aurora’s eyes hardened immediately. “I know.” “No more waiting.” A silver glow flickered briefly in her eyes. “No more waiting.” For the first time since rescuing Thea, I saw something other than fear inside my mate. Determination. The same determination that had once defeated Corey. The same determination that had built a kingdom from war and ruin. Rick had touched our daughter. His time was running out.

Garrett killed him. The old alpha crossed the room in three strides while Rodrick was still drawing, and his blade went in under Rodrick’s ribs in the up-angle that ended a wolf without giving him time to scream. He held the blade there for one long breath, his face inches from Rodrick’s. Rodrick’s mouth opened. No sound came. His eyes searched Garrett’s face, perhaps recognized it, perhaps did not. Garrett spoke very quietly. “My wife. My pack. My daughter’s year. Twelve years too late. But here, at last.”

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

So I shifted at the back of the house, where we were alone and I got dressed into the clothes that he gave me. “I told you not to come here.” Ethan said, looking really pissed off. “I tried to call Ryker after you left. Dad answered his phone. I think he killed him.” I said, not even being able to look at Ethan. “What?” Ethan asked. “He wouldn’t tell me for sure. But I need to find Ryker.” I say going back inside the house. I saw that the men with dart guns had been taken out by Ethan’s men and my first stop was the dungeons downstairs.

Oh, the heck with it, I thought to myself as I donned the black stilettos, finally feeling like a girl again. Zac whistled as I walked down the stairs, then asked Rick, "Isn't she the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?" Annie playfully looked at him, raising an eyebrow with a smile curling one side of her lips. "Of course!" Rick responded with a grin. "She's my daughter, after all." Annie, Zac, and I laughed. Everyone was ready to go, sitting at the kitchen counter, waiting for me. "Here, power up!" Rick said, throwing me a blood bag.

I declared. “I-I can’t do that, honey. I love you, and I can’t let you go,” she stuttered, her voice trembling. I shook my head in disbelief. I was done with her shit, and I knew it was useless to reason with her. I ignored her and tried to walk away. But before I could, a scream echoed in the corridor. I turned around and saw Rick running down the corridor, carrying his girlfriend in his arms. Her face was white, her skin appeared nearly translucent, like fine porcelain, and blood was tricking down her thigh. She looked as if she might die any moment from now on.

They took turns raping her and forcing me to watch, my eyes are bloodshot from crying, and I'm just sitting emotionless as I watch my mom and dad lying lifeless on the floor. “I should've kept David alive, so he can see how well his wife took our dicks in” that's Rick. I watch my parent's bodies until a shiny object comes into view, a knife. I look at the men and watch as they whisper among themselves. My hands coiled around the knife and I pull them behind me and continue to watch them. “We're going to take Their bodies to the back, carry the girl to the car, Rafael "Rick orders as he and the other guy tries to lift my parent's body. I watch as they are taken.