Stallone's Daughters の小説・ストーリー

Sienna. "I wasn't sure you'd actually show your face this week," Sienna continued, her words carrying across the stalls. "Brave of you. Stupid, but brave”. Erin paid Marcus and turned slowly, mentally bracing herself for what comes next. Three girls stood near the vegetable stall. Sienna stood with arms crossed in the center, flanked by Jade and Morgan. They were all daughters of ranked warriors and most importantly had shifted. The crowd around them quieted. Nothing pack wolves loved more than drama.

I said. She seemed lost in thought for a couple of seconds and started to laugh as if I had cracked a joke. "You are really dumb, Selene; they played you well, and I am sure Danica is behind this," she said. "What do you mean by that?" I ask, both confused and angry. "You are so naive, Selene; I am sure Xavier decided the day. It is because they know who you are; they know you are the daughter of the moon, and they even know if something happens to you, the moon goddess herself will come to help you.

Oh my God. That means... "You're Marco Bianchi's daughter. Your father killed my father," Alyanna spoke, her voice sounding foreign. She looked like her world had fragmented into illegible pieces. A dark smile flitted across Stella's face. "Why?" Alya croaked. Stella tapped her cheek as she pretended to try and remember the reason. "Business gone wrong? It was so long ago and so...insignificant that I don't even remember, it." She lifted one shoulder to offer a nonchalant shrug. "The good thing that came out of that business was that Daddy and I found out that the girl I hated was the daughter of the man he used to hate and got rid of."

Slowly, the three men looked at the former maid of Fabroa mansion who followed Harriet in this place. Sorren tilted his head, Cassius frowned while Zion snorted a sardonic laugh. “They are my daughters,” Astell introduced. “My dear Nadia, and lovely Reese.”

By now, I was long used to her endless tricks. “Bianca, why are you even explaining yourself to her?” A pretty girl stepped out from behind her, her voice full of contempt. “She was just claiming she’s Don Vitale’s real daughter. How ridiculous. Don Vitale personally said that you’re the Vitale family’s only principessa.” “Exactly. A servant’s daughter, freeloading in the estate. Don Vitale was already merciful enough not to throw her into Lake Macondo.” “I heard she even stole your things. She’s got some nerve. Honestly, she should be punished by cleaning toilets.”

As soon as the door got opened a girl's perfectly pedicured leg appeared wearing a six inches tall high heel and when she herself came out of the veil of modesty each and every guard standing scattered in the garden guarding out the villa drooled seeing her hourglass like figure. She had long black straight hair, perfect figure, eye catching smile and most importantly the eyes that could spell any guy. She was Stella Miller, the daughter of the mafia king. "Stella, my princess!".... All the guards maintained their faces looking straight as their boss, Lucifer Miller, came out to personally welcome his daughter. "I missed you sweety. Come let's go in, I have got a lot to speak to you!" He spo

Stella was the exception, choosing to do both, & she admired that about her. "What are YOU doing here?" She heard from behind her. Internally she groaned, knowing who the snobby voice belonged to. Ofcourse Andy, or Andrea as her father called her, was in this building. Andy was Alpha Maxwell's daughter. She was a year older than her brother Dylan, & 3 years older than Maeva. She was the kid who caused the most problems for Maeva back at the pack, so naturally she would try to do so here as well.

"I just had someone pay more attention to this." "So, do you know where Eunie is?" Lucille asked. "That, I don't know." Spencer shrugged. "Then who's Marcel Stallone?" "He's the head of Northshire's Stallone family." Northshire's Stallone family? Eunice knew someone from the Stallone family—no wonder she didn't need Lucille's help. But it looked like it wouldn't make it any easier for Ian. …

LANA I turned around just in time to see my father charging toward us, his face dark with rage, fists clenched tightly at his sides. His eyes were bloodshot, blazing with fury. "Little bastard," he shouted, voice sharp and loud. "What nonsense are you feeding my daughter? What do you mean Stella isn't her mother? After killing my wife, you still have the guts to come here and spout this rubbish? Are you the one who gave birth to Lana if her mother isn’t her mother?"

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?