Snow White Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

In a toneless, doleful voice, I uttered, “I don't think he loves me. I think he will eventually choose one of them as his Luna.” Yes, because one of those Alpha Females could be Villainess Snow. Mom tentatively bit her lower lip. She frowned with her eyebrows draped. Now both her hands cupped my cheeks. “Do you see how he breaks your daughter's heart?” Dad directed a hint of anger at Mom. He tossed his napkin down on the table. He, too, finished eating and was covering the empty container.

"What are you talking about?" Voss looked up. Her ancient eyes were bright. "She is not a half-breed neither is she is a wolf." She paused. "She is something older. Something that was old when the first wolf drew breath." My heart stopped. "The old stories call her the Daughter of the First Winter," Voss continued. "The one who was born from the storm that ended the last age. The one who carries the ice of the beginning in her blood." "You're saying she's not... human?"

White fire crawled under his skin, veins lighting like cracks in ice. You feel it, the voice purred. Kade sucked in a breath. He had not summoned it. He had sworn he would not. “I didn’t call you,” he said, teeth clenched. No, the Winter Wraith replied, silk and knives. She did. Kade’s jaw tightened. “She awakened. That was inevitable.” Not like this. Amusement rippled through the darkness. The mother bound me with blood and will. The daughter bleeds memory. Do you know what that means, little prince?

I placed my hand on his and the mist curtained between us, obscuring us from one another’s vision, but our touch was enough to keep us together. “As your wife…” *** ** * [Kian] (4 years later) Snow White’s hoot took me out of my recovery meditation. My soul had recovered, but I still needed visits into the mist once a week. I opened my eyes to Snow White playing with Anvi. “Dad!” Anvi jumped excitedly when she saw me get to my feet from the forest floor. Two years and I still couldn’t believe that my daughter had won over the wheel of time. The reality turned out more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

"All those women are fu*king monsters, but how do you know that I'm not any of them daughter?" "Because, all their children have their traits. Snow White and her children are cursed by your mother’s real husband by the help of a witch. They will always age just like the Queen. So the Queen isn't your mother. Camilla is a witch, you have no such power. Elizabeth and Mary's children love to bathe in blood, milk and chocolate." "Got it. So Dracula loved to home wreck, eh?" Jessie said, drumming her fingers on the table.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

“Kels, your daughter!” I laughed. “She’s your daughter too.” He groaned. “Why do you have to be so beautiful and why does she have to look like you?” I put my palms on my chin. “Your fault for marrying a goddess.” He chuckled and pecked on my lips before he faced Snow on the screen on my laptop. Our daughter was giggling while watching us. “Someday, I’m gonna marry someone like daddy,” Snow said, obviously teasing her dad. I smirked at her.

The white robe striking against her skin. “I have heard that you also appreciate dance.” She says plainly, her smile betraying her cutting remark. “I do as is demanded of me by my Alpha, your grace.” I reply, tiring of this conversation. “What is your name?” She asks. “Ceres.” I reply. “Ah, the Goddess of the harvest and motherhood. I was told you were of the Harvest Moon pack. Generally, only Alphas name their daughters after the ancient Gods and Goddesses. Are you not a lady’s maid?” She questions.