Novel & Cerita Star Wars The Daughter

Lana said calmly, “only those I permit hear my words. It is your place to disclose it to her, not mine.” She turned and walked toward the door before stopping beside Jade, her face angling slightly back toward me as she continued. “She is not merely one of the daughters of the Slain Luna, she is the Luna of the Crystal Wolf, you are the Crystal Wolf, the one true Alpha.” Xavier sat in silence, watching her lips move without sound reaching him as confusion settled across his face. Lana’s voice came once more before she stepped through the doorway. “Know this. A Nightveil is present.”

he said, "If she were the one who was sick, we wouldn't make you donate either. We have so many resources beyond your comprehension. We would certainly find a alternative suitable match." Something inside me caved in. Quiet. Irreversible. "Of course," I whispered, a faint, broken smile on my lips. "You would never risk her. I was never your daughter—" Before I could finish, his face went dark. Then he raised his hand. The guards moved forward. Marco grabbed my wrist, his fingers biting into bone. "How dare you speak to your father like that?" Crack. The slap caught me across the face. My head snapped sideways. Blood gushed from my nose, warm and copper-sweet, spilling through my fingers as I

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

I froze while staring up at the surface. Days later I assigned Star Coral to bring back my daughter because her signal indicated that her siren powers were more dominating than the wolf side… I sighed merrily, but Star Coral failed miserably as most of the time he brought back reports of her being mated to a ruthless Alpha Jacob Shepard of the midnight pack. "Fine, I will just have to get the job done myself." That's when I gathered enough courage to finally face the daughter I abandoned many years ago not by my choice.

Astrella Honey's point of view The truth was just sitting there, laid bare in front of me like a loaded gun. The secret was out. I wasn’t just a survivor anymore, and I wasn't just "Dax Donomie’s wife." I was Igor Morozov’s daughter. A big shot by blood, whether I liked the weight of that name or not.

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.

Dante falls to the floor, his body smoking, his eyes wide and lifeless. And our daughter stands up, her feet floating six inches off the ground, a cold, lunar smile on her face.

She is being a kid and I can see the changes in her every day that she is with me. But I couldn’t help but look at the woman sitting with pens in her hair typing away on her laptop. Harmony, the daughter of the infamous assassin, Rebel Moretti-Jackson. Daughter of Angel Moretti and Ryder Savage Jackson. Those names hold a lot of weight in both the world of the MC and the Mafia.

"When Cassian charged at me... he called her his daughter." Lucas froze, his eyes widening in total disbelief. "Wait... the girl? The one with the scar?" "She isn't just a random pack member, Lucas," I said, the gravity of it pressing down on my chest. "She's Cassian's daughter. The princess of Lunar Crest." Lucas let out a breathy curse while pacing a short line across the floor. "Holy shit... Alessandro, you didn't just reject a mate. You humiliated the daughter of the most powerful Alpha in the south! If Cassian mobilises his army…"