Novel & Cerita Survival Methods Of The Cannon Fodder Daughter

She turned her gaze onto the eight men and shrieked, “Hold her!” My daughter was being held by one of her guys, and she signaled to the others, “Don’t hesitate to shoot her if he does anything dumb.” As soon as I heard her give the guys, the order to kill my daughter, my stomach dropped to my chest. “Bring the drug!” When she yelled once more, I wanted to respond, but after some consideration, I opted against doing so.

"If your daughter were guilty, you would have known the sentence. I advise you to think of her. After all, that boy is not your son; he is a vampire, our enemy." "Shut!" An angry Clement leaped forward and punched Richard in the face. "He is my son; he is no one's enemy. You are rotten people; your organization should be disbanded." Richard backed away but couldn't avoid Clement's punch. He had accidentally forgotten that Clement was originally a member of the Red Leaves organization, meaning his fighting strength was very good. "Clement, don't think we can't do anything about that guy." Richard roared; he rushed forward and punched Clement. "If he doesn't come, prepare to see your daughter

Mara had packed only things she insisted might “help me stay centered.” A chipped vial of thick herbal paste. A fragile old scroll with notes about staying grounded, staying calm, staying protected. Stuff mothers pack when they know their daughter is walking into chaos. I sat on the bed and took a long breath. I had moved to the Silver Wing… farther away from Lucian, surrounded by his guards which were the strongest security layers. There was no sense pretending anymore. I stood up. Or… I tried to. The nausea hit so hard I slapped my hand over my mouth. I rushed into the bathroom, barely making it to the sink before I bent over and threw up the little tea I’d had that morning.

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. ********

He took a deep breath before saying, "Prepare yourself, Ms. Sheraton." As the door opened, the elegant interior I'd imagined was nowhere to be seen. Instead, cardboard boxes and empty plastic bottles were piled everywhere. A faint but unmistakable stench lingered in the air. My smile froze on my face. This old lady was still hoarding trash despite living in a villa. She truly had some unique hobbies. "Now you know how terrifying my mom can be," Calvin whispered. "Cal! You're back!" His mother, Anne Thornton, hurried out from deeper inside the villa moments later.

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.

Oliver Cook? I was suddenly reminded of Marilyn's words from the first cycle. "Why? We're celebrating Ollie's birthday today." Ollie! I felt like a drowning man desperately clinging to a floating piece of wood. I stopped struggling and stared unblinkingly at the television. Pointing at Oliver, I exclaimed, "He knows. He knows where my daughter is!" I turned to look at Gabriel and Taylor, whose faces had twisted. "Did you really think that everything would end if you erased her existence? I'll have you know that as long as I can still remember Mary, I'm going to send each and every one of you to hell!"

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.