Survival Methods Of The Cannon Fodder Daughter Novels & Stories

The cries of men and screams of injured beasts were barely enough to conceal the thundering clashes of steel clanking steel and the loud hisses of a bunch of flying arrows. He removed his dagger from his ankle shoe and treaded carefully through the camp trying to avoid any combat. He headed to the edge of the camp where the cage was, where he had last seen his daughter. Navigating through the ongoing battle , futher ahead, he noticed a black-skinned girl in pink cloth. Though the cloth colour looked slightly red. There was no diifference from the colour in the sky. She sat outside quietly against the wooden cage. Seeing his daughter, he hastened his steps running to her. Hearing movement, sh

“If you or the Sterlings make a single financial move... if your tactical assets take a single physical step forward... if a single one of your offshore accounts tries to flag our transport routes... this girl dies instantly. Along with the little Serbian bastard inside her.” I stood completely frozen in the center of the ruined foyer, the suppressed firearm heavy in my hand, my silver-gray eyes locked onto the terrified, tear-strewn face of my daughter. The trap had snapped shut, and for the first time in my entire life, I had absolutely no code to break it.

On the anniversary of my daughter's death, I came across an anonymous post on my way home from visiting her grave. The title read: [I Sacrificed My Own Daughter to Make It Up to My First Love.] I opened it without much thought, but my eyes stopped on the third line. "My brother-in-law is my first love. Circumstances kept us apart back then, and I always felt I owed him." "Three years ago, my daughter was hospitalized with a cold. To save my brother-in-law's daughter, who had a congenital heart condition, I deliberately fed my daughter peaches, knowing she was allergic. Then I had her heart transplanted into my niece." A shudder ran through me. My daughter died from an allergic reaction to p

she says "I wish I didn't have to marry him if my mother wasn't the daughter of Hera I wouldn't have to but she is and my father is Hades so I have some of the powers of both My father and my grandmother and they want a strong Empress who has the blood of Hera so I have to I wish I could be with Soren because I love him" I say as I start crying Laguna walks up to me and hugs me. I'm just glad everyone else is in class so they don't see me crying

My hips shivered like a maize stalk in a tornado. Ultimately, she doggedly swallowed all my spurt, while others spilling out through the corners of her mouth. Meanwhile, I loosened my grip, popped my d*ck off her hell–hot mouth and glanced at her face before someone clearing her throat interrupted. It was her beautiful daughter standing meters away from us with a shotgun on her shoulders. ********

It was rich and savory. "Thank you, Lyra," I said. She smiled. "For what? You're my mom, after all." Yes, and she was my daughter—the one who had come from her previous life for me. For the following month, we followed Lyra's instructions and stockpiled the cellar of our new territory with supplies. The entire cellar was filled to the brim with grains, dried meat, water-purifying runes, and various healing and antidote herbs. When the plague did arrive and the continent fell into panic, we weren't caught unprepared.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

"Then my daughter manifested six months ago. Fire abilities, completely uncontrolled, nearly killed herself and three pack members. Traditional pack healers had no idea how to help her. She would have died without coalition intervention." "Your daughter is coalition student?" "At the Western facility. Receiving intensive training that's saved her life and given her hope for future beyond being dangerous threat." His voice cracked slightly. "I watched you help my daughter when my ideology would have let her die. That's difficult thing to confront about yourself." "So you want absolution? Forgiveness for years of opposition?"

BONUS (A chance for love.) Some time after the epilogue from My Enemy's Daughter... AURORA What to expect when you think you've reached the end of the journey? Every day, when the sun disappears, and I have to face the night, I turn off my true identity and pretend I'm someone else. BUT with different background and who never made the mistake of marrying a sociopath. Instead, I imagine I'm a single parent by choice, fulfilled with my work and full of suitors, who happen to be too boring for me to give them a minute of my time.