Survival Methods Of The Cannon Fodder Daughter Novels & Stories

He dashed to the seller's only daughter before the seller could protect her and bite her, possessing her with his deadly power. The little daughter's eyes turned black as she grew teeth, she dashed outside wildly and the Damon dashed away. The seller ran outside with deep sorrow only to find out that his daughter that went wild had been captured by people. "Hey mister Ice-cream, your daughter is Demon and she should be put to death straight away. She has killed enough people" A angry man said. "No, she is not," he protested as tears flowed from his eyes. They poured petrol on the possessed girl and burned her alive. As the man broke down on his knee as he watched his daughter being burnt ali

This was my eighth life. In the first seven, I died horribly because nobody ever noticed me. Every time, I screamed for help at the top of my lungs. No one ever heard me. So this time, I decided to stop fighting and just wait to die. When I was six, people from a rival family kidnapped me and stuffed me into the trunk of a car. I got comfortable and fell asleep. When the kidnappers opened the trunk, they thought I'd suffocated. They panicked, dumped me by the side of the road, and ran. A cop found me on an old mattress at the dump. I waved him off. "Don't bother with an ambulance. Just call a hearse. And hurry." At 17, my birth parents found me. On the way to the Carlisle estate, I climbed

I came across a cage-fight livestream on the dark web. A girl was being forced to fight a vicious dog. Her clothes were torn, and her arms and legs were covered in blood. I couldn't bear to watch. I ordered the stream shut down. She looked about my daughter's age. Ten years earlier, when my daughter was born, I'd stepped back from everything to raise her. I handed the Lorenzi family's four most important operations to my four adopted sons. I'd raised every one of them myself. They were ruthless, capable, and each could hold his own. But with my daughter, all that toughness disappeared. If she so much as frowned, they'd spend ages coaxing a smile out of her. A second before the stream cut out

She walked away. And she never came back. --- Now, standing in this memory again, I understood. I wasn’t chosen. I was sacrificed. A daughter picked for death because no one else was weak enough to be spared. The sickness would come soon. The fires. The betrayal. And all of it would start with this— The day they turned me into something I didn’t ask to be. A Luna. A weapon. Alone.

Diane's POV I don't remember running. I only remember the cold, the smoke, the red torchlight smearing across the walls as I tore down the hall screaming her name, Zev a step behind me and gaining. Luna's door hung open on one hinge. Her cot was empty, the blankets thrown back, and for one white second the whole world ended. Then I heard it — a small sound, thin as thread, coming from the wrong place. Not the bed. Under it. I dropped to the floor, and there in the dark space beneath the cot, wedged against the wall with her arms wrapped around her own knees, was my daughter. Alive. Whole. Her eyes huge and glassy in the dark. "Luna," I sobbed, and I dragged her out and crushed her against me

On the day of the college entrance exam, just as I was writing my name on the answer sheet, my progressive amnesia struck again. When the scores came out, my younger sister had earned 680 points. I had earned eight. Mom was so furious she slapped me hard across the face. "Even if you'd guessed with your eyes closed, you would've scored higher than eight! "I think you did this on purpose!" I covered my swollen cheek and hid in my room. The moment I shut the door, the eraser inside my head moved. A second later, I turned around and walked back out. Mom was sitting on the couch, trembling with anger. I asked softly, "Mom, why are you so upset? Did someone make you mad?" I reached out t

I had to meet him. We met at a local coffee shop near my high school. He told me how his daughter got into a bad crowd during her college years, and ended up getting into drugs. Then they ended up getting into a big fight, and he told her to leave his home and never come back. From then on he thought he would never see her again. But then she turned up to his house, pregnant. He told me that he tried to get her to stay, but she refused and left without a second glance back at him.

They tried to stop me but I was too strong for them to handle. "She will get rid of us all and sell our sons and daughters to the hands of the higher pack... My daughter was sold because of her." I shouted, disclosing to the others what the woman had done. She bursted into sudden laughter, pointing her finger at a few of us. I figured out that she was selecting those she wanted to take. She pointed at me too and that was when a bunch of guards came out and slaughtered as many as possible except those she had selected.

she looked at me questioning. “I had a dream when we laid your body to rest, my friend Callan was buried alive by her, I was there in the dream trying to save him she looked at me cackled, and said “you will rise, my daughter, you will rise, child of fire” it terrifies me.”

Cellie’s pov It was that day on the DeLeon patio all over again. Gunshots fired off all around me, likely killing whoever was the target. A full on war was going on but I was crouched in the dark space of a rusted mediumly large container, my hands pressed over my ears as I rocked myself in an attempt to fight off the dark memories threatening to resurface— me, locked in a closet as my father ducked around our tiny living room, trying to find cover from the bullets being shot at him.