Stallone's Daughters Novels & Stories

she yelled after sensing her smell had changed. Stella’s biological mother Lenora was picked up by the European Council of Witches and taken to their prison a month after she became queen. She still contacts Stella every once in a while, and when Stella and I go to meetings in Europe Stella pays her a visit sometimes. “Daddy Daddy!” I hear my dark haired blue eyed little girl yell. Sutton has me wrapped around her fingers. She is the only girl, so she is definitely spoiled. The new baby will also be a boy. I am going to have a house full of boys which I am thankful for. Her twin brother Spencer runs behind her. She has my dark hair and golden skin and her mothers’ blue eyes and full lips. S

Killian repeated slowly, his voice became lower, sharper, and dangerously curious, Nolan blinked, "Yeah," he looked confused between us and I bit the inside of my jaw badly. "Didn't you know?" Nolan asked innocently, while my pulse exploded, I knew I was doomed because I was sure Father didn't tell him that we were two, and if this conversation went on, he would not let the matter die. No, not here, I subtly shook my head at Nolan, who seemed lost, a tiny movement that seemed almost impossible to notice. Please stop talking, but he wasn't looking at me anymore; his gaze was directly at Killian. "Alpha Trevino had two daughters." The world tilted beneath my feet, and Killian's arms slowly sli

“Strong members of our pack finding strong mates from ancient packs like Blackwood only strengthens our future.” Then his eyes moved toward his daughters. “Now… as for my daughters.” The crowd quieted again. “As everyone witnessed last night, my daughters shifted into powerful celestial wolves.” Nova and Sloane stood proudly, glowing under the sunlight. “You can feel the power radiating from them.” The crowd murmured in agreement. Silas smiled proudly. “I always knew my children would be powerful because of their mother.” Luna Celeste’s smile looked strained. Then Silas placed a hand on Leon’s shoulder.

Seeing the furious girl in front of her, Emilia said nothing. Just then, a voice full of sternness suddenly rang out: "Bella, what are you doing?!" The girl, named Bella, was momentarily startled but quickly furrowed her brows as if dissatisfied with something. At that moment, the person speaking had also arrived—a man in his senior years. Emilia recognized him as the Adonis Group's largest shareholder and her father's good friend, Mr. Stall. This adorable girl was probably his precious daughter, if she wasn't mistaken.

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?

"Mom, the precious daughter you loved for 20 years wasn't a heiress who got switched at birth. She was never a Howe. She was the maid's kid. The real Lilith was swapped out at birth and left to freeze to death in the snow. "That maid forged the keepsake and staged the reunion so that her daughter could live a good life. And for the sake of appearances, for a so-called perfect child, you didn't even bother with a DNA test. You welcomed her with open arms while treating your real daughter like dirt."

"Touch us… And the Don will… Tear you apart!" Jolene laughed even louder at my words. She stepped hard on me. "Don? Which Don are you talking about? What a joke. I've never even heard of either of you before, and you're using some random Don to threaten me?" She leaned down toward me to pat me hard and arrogantly on the cheek. "Open your eyes and look hard! I'm the daughter of Casey Nostra, the Capo of South City! I'm the real Mafia Principessa! You're nothing but an orphan who's left with a brother. What's with all the pretences?"

Not locked. I stood in the middle of the room and pressed both hands over my face and breathed. Selene Vitale. Don Adriano's daughter. An arrangement that had a laugh I had memorised and a history with this house that I was now living in. A woman who didn't know yet that everything she thought was hers had just been complicated by a girl from Velmoor University and two pink lines on a test.

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,