Novelas y relatos de Stallone's Daughters

Things changed when Stella's daughter and Sophie's son were involved in a kidnapping. The kidnappers forced Noel to choose only one child. He hesitated for a few seconds before choosing the boy who was not related to him at all. Their daughter was pushed off the building the next second. She died from the fall. Stella broke down after witnessing her daughter's death and jumped off the building as well. Now that she was reborn, Stella no longer wanted to torture herself. All she wanted was to have nothing to do with Noel. Everyone in the private room was still laughing and throwing sarcastic comments at her.

"Early details indicate that the estate’s power and communication networks were completely severed late last night. Police units dispatched to the scene have discovered multiple individuals bound inside the residence, including the actor’s three daughters, Sophie, Sienna, and Stacy. Rock legend Francis Sorgentone is also reported to be among the injured..." Danielson watched the screen without a single twitch of his facial muscles. He watched the B-roll footage they played—old red-carpet clips of the family smiling, filters intact, arms linked, posing for a wall of flashing cameras. They looked like creatures from a different dimension, pristine and untouchable.

Damien stood before her in silence. That silence was worse than screaming. “You’re really going to sit there and pretend this is beneath you?” Cris asked coldly. Stella smiled faintly. “I earned my place here,” she said. “You can’t treat me like this. I’m your Luna.” Damien crouched slowly in front of her. “Let’s cut to the chase,” he said calmly. “Why did you kill our mothers?” Stella’s eyes flickered—but she said nothing. “Power,” Damien continued evenly. “The throne. The title. The future you thought your son deserved.”

She didn’t know whether to be relieved or think that spelled trouble. “Rowanne, I want you to meet the girls who service our gladiators. Or will do, when they win.” She tittered behind her hand. “The whore in the middle is my daughter, Eithne, and I despair of her sluttish ways. Remind me, my dear, who is the one with the pockmarks?” “Isabel,” she replied, with dignity, “and this is Ava. We are all princesses in our own right.”

“You should go back and have Evelyn cremated. There’s no reason for you to stay here.” I forced a bitter smile, stepped closer, and looked her straight in the eye. “Give me back my daughter’s eyes. I never agreed to donate them.” Just as I finished speaking, Bruce grabbed my collar. His expression twisted in anger. He gritted his teeth and spat, “If it weren’t for Evelyn, Jacob wouldn’t have been blind for a long time! “This is what she deserves! Who does she think she is, wanting her eyes back? You should have sent her off sooner, so she wouldn’t have to deal with a neglectful father like you!”

Charles: How… how is that possible? Suzanne: What are you talking about? Charles: She just bound me… I chuckled softly, kissing Luna's temple. Alexander: Haven't you figured it out yet? My mate is a daughter of the Moon… she can bind all wolves, she can have premonitions of the future, and who knows what surprises the future holds… like hearing what you say about her in private… Tiffany: I demand to see her wolf! If it's true, she's a daughter of the Moon, her wolf must be the color of one!

Callan panicked and quickly went home. I learned shortly after, there was no emergency. His father set the engagement preparations forward behind his back and ordered him to marry Alpha’s daughter. She apparently had been eyeing Callan for years since they were kids. Callan said he could not tolerate her; she had always had it in her mind to become Luna. I was heartbroken again, and I was not surprised. I was hurting to find out that Callan again rejected his father’s arrangements. Alpha Bryson had him beaten and thrown into the dungeon.

With any hope, she didn’t know her, or her alliances, and could stay under her radar. The double doors swung open to reveal the hall crowded with Grey Stone wolves. A couple of the girls squeaked, but the Red Dawn wolf took the audience in stride as she began her parade to the front of the hall. Nala actually thought she relished in the extra attention by the way she strutted, an extra swing to her hips. Murmurs broke out through the hall, half the focus on her, the other peering through the doorway trying to get a glimpse of the other candidates. However, it wasn’t long until every eye was glued to the front, a hushed silence falling in the hall. Nala pricked her ears. “I’m Stacey Marsden,

another demanded. Stella turned to face them. “I am the daughter you tried to erase,” she said. “My name is Stella Rhodes.” The room froze. “I am Richard Rhodes’ daughter,” she continued. “And according to his real will, the one Emily suppressed, Sylvia and I own the controlling shares of this hospital.” Gasps echoed through the hall. Emily’s face went pale. “That’s impossible,” she whispered. “You’re dead.” “I was buried,” Stella replied. “Not dead.”

I knew that Guerrian did not like me, but I was not expecting him to not trust me one bit. Looking at the doll, my hands trembled in fury. "Are you saying that I, the daughter of the God of Skies, would join forces with the Phlegeton Demons just to curse someone?" "Is that not true? How many things have you done to cause Seraphine trouble? Can you still even count them all? You've already got what you wished for. You got the God of Skies to set out an imperial decree, making sure I marry you.