Survival Methods Of The Cannon Fodder Daughter Novels & Stories

I tried to heal her, using my powers, but I could not concentrate, The next words to come out of my daughters mouth sent me into a rage. "He will kill her, my baby" she died, pointing towards her husband, I screamed, or Annabell screamed I stood up and just as Franklin raised the knife to kill his daughter I sent an electric current from my left hand towards him, he ducked and ran outside through the back door, leaving his daughter on the dining table, the front door opened I looked behind me to see my sons and Damon, knowing my granddaughter would be OK with them, I ran after Franklin, but by the time I caught him we were in the town square, I produced a fire ball in my right hand and threw

Emily shot back, her patience wearing thin. She didn't have time for this cat-and-mouse game. Her husband was fighting for his life, his body riddled with bullets from the surprise attack, and her daughter was Only God knows where she was. If they hadn't fled their home when they did, her daughter might not have survived the hail of bullets. The stakes were impossibly high, and time was slipping away, something needs to be done before its too late.

With every move calculated in her head, the human wagered her single life for that moment. “I… just need to get one down!” She immobilizes the nearest to her and bashes their head with her gun before proceeding to the next, getting nearer and nearer to the boss. One by one, the amateurs fell like flies. Fewer bolts arrived, and she was able to move freely. Being a daughter of a renowned knight, one could only imagine the skills she acquired from her training in her youth. She was thankful for the first time that she did not spend her days playing with dolls but rather with spears and blades.

Rumor had it that the woman was extremely capable, having achieved extraordinary prestige in the military at a young age. She was the eldest daughter of William, who was the patriarch of the Cannon Family, and she was no less competent than her father. It was her first time handling the military training last year, and the sophomores were still wearing terrified expressions when they spoke of her, for she was even more brutal than her father! That woman had a pair of unique green eyes, a rare mixed blood military officer in the Taadi military. Military officers dubbed her 'Steely Green Eyed Military Beauty', and her name was Yaa Cannon.

“This is the last time. We will get Sera out. After this, we will get married, and I will spend the rest of my life paying for what I did to you.” “Can you not see that she is putting on a show?” I asked. He looked away. “I do not know.” But his expression said otherwise. Everyone knew exactly what she was doing. But I was still the one pushed into the fire. The warehouse sat at the end of a cracked road, far from any streetlights. The air smelled of rust and damp concrete. Graffiti stained the walls, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from a frayed wire. This was not a place for negotiation. This was where people came to disappear.

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.

" My blood ran cold. At that moment, I was completely done with her. I grabbed a scalpel from the nearby tray. Holding my daughter in one arm, I waved the blade wildly with the other. "If you dare touch a single hair on my daughter's head, I'll kill you!" Vera's expression turned cold and heavy. She hadn't expected such a reaction. Gritting her teeth, she prepared to force her way forward. "Levi, you brought this on yourself. You could have just handed her over. "Why did you have to push things this far?" She stared at me like a predator, closing in step by step. Just then, a commotion erupted outside the door.

At my birthday party, I had a sudden heart attack. I frantically shook out my emergency heart pills, but the moment one hit my tongue, a strong fishy, rotten stench shot straight up my nose. It was a nasty-flavored jelly bean. I choked and gagged as the pain in my chest grew worse. Beside me, my sister was doubled over with laughter, holding up her phone to film me in my sorry state. "Ivy, do you like my birthday present? "You look so ridiculous like this. I'm definitely playing this video at your wedding." I collapsed to the floor, my heart hurting so badly I could barely breathe, struggling and begging for help. But my mother, who was cutting the cake, just glanced at me and frowne

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.

She is the late Serena's daughter, the one who Tito shot and thought he has killed her, she watched him abuse her mother and torment her day and night starved then, mutilate her mother's flesh with no compassion or mercy, she begged him but he did nothing but allow her being rape as well and take away her innocence in the cruel way. three men came each and everyday to rape her, she wondered how she survived the night of the bomb blast, it was just luck on her side that she was able to loose the ropes she was tied with and escaped through the back door led by one of the men, talking about one of the men, she owed her freedom to him, he used to be the one who would bring the food to them and d