Survival Methods Of The Cannon Fodder Daughter Novels & Stories

Seraphina's POV "No. You're going to hear all of it. You're going to sit in these chairs and hear what happened to your daughter while you were pulling weeds and carving wood and pretending she didn't exist." I told them about the breeding camp. The posts and the ropes and the dirt floor. I told them about Maren and the apple tree and the fire and the beam falling on her while she held the door. I told them about the refugee road and standing fifty feet from Dax with his baby in my belly and watching him close the gate. I told them about the barn and the blood and the ten seconds and the silence after.

It was like they were talking about a mere change in the weather, and not a person's life. " And, the most interesting part? Finding out that their daughter was alive all along and just as they were looking forward to seeing her, only to have her killed right before their eyes. That would be beautifully devastating, right?" She asked, her eyes dancing with mischief as she caressed her gun.

she said, voice rising with raw fury. “Those rich brats? They get sent to comfy training camps, fully protected, no risk. But them…" She jabbed a finger at Alana and her daughter. “They threw me into a survival camp. Out of a hundred kids, maybe ten came out alive. I was only ten years old when they dumped me there. Tell me how the hell is that not aiming to eliminate me?" The onlookers stood frozen, no one daring to speak. Even the three men, halfway through crawling away, paused. Her words hit hard. Shame crept in, dulling the last bits of their pride.

Theia muses. “My father took me hunting before the Great Hunt. The last hunt before he died.” I sit in silence for a moment with that memory. “I killed that beautiful stag. I watched the life fade from his eyes with the arrow pierced through his heart. I had entirely pushed away the memory, until that dream. Now it feels so real. Such a mercy to not have to feel the viscous blood on my hands and smell the presence of death. But now it is all I can remember.” I shudder at the memory of it. “Life is brutal.” Asteria says after a long silence. “I understand loss. Trauma. The ugliness of what it takes to survive.”

She looks at me, panicking, trying to break free of the restraints. “Mum. Funny word that, right? So because you’re my mum, I can’t kill you, but you, as my mother, can kill me, your daughter?” I look at her. “Actually, let’s leave the mum and daughter shit alone. We’re Candice and Emmi, I was never your daughter.” I push the dagger into her shoulder, and she screams as the cloth continues to burn. “Next one, little kitten.” I turn and see Gunner holding out the next dagger. It feels incredible. Them by my side, they’re my strength through this.

"You have no concept of what it's like to be pushed into a corner by individuals that don't give a damn about you. Whose own daughter would be sold for a better place in the world? Her comments squeezed my chest, but I will not let her know it upset me. "I am not your enemy, Marko," she stated gently. Never was the case. Never wanted to be, I thought. But I have enough of being shoved about. I've got enough pawn play. I simply am trying to survive. "Survive," The term kept returning to me. Something raw, something desperate in her words stopped me dead. I nearly could believe her for a moment. I watched her daughter Mila, clutching her plush bear, waiting in the doorway. Her big eyes betraye

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'

Matvey then came here to the camp. That's it. My son-in-law is a good guy. He raised his daughter, the institute pays for it, he never reproached me with a word, and every year he goes here. as soon as he did not try to bring her back to life, but she arranged scandals to leave her alone, did not climb into the soul. Three months passed like that. Matvey was forced to leave one day on business, and Maryana, having collected her daughter’s things, took the girl to her father, and she herself, as she left that flock, disappeared. Four days later, they found her two hundred kilometers away, shot in the head. It didn’t take long to figure it out, she shot herself. Matvey then came here to the ca

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b