Novel & Cerita Survival Methods Of The Cannon Fodder Daughter

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.

The day I got the callback for my second interview, my mother, Sara Bingley, came home with two bags. "You're about to start your job for real, and that means dressing professionally. I bought you girls a suit each, one for each of you, fair and square." Molly Pitcher happily took her bag. Inside was a fitted, deep navy suit, sharp and clearly not cheap. What landed in my hands was an ill-fitting black suit pulled from the clearance rack, so oversized the sleeves swallowed the backs of my hands. Mom smiled and touched my cheek. "Cathy, you'll still grow. I bought it big on purpose. Give it two years, and it'll fit just right. I went to I don't know how many malls just to track down that

"—perhaps it's time to activate the termination protocols—" "No," I whispered, so quietly that even Caspian couldn't hear me. "—the daughter's combat skills exceed initial projections. Standard elimination methods may prove insufficient—" The daughter. They were talking about me like I was a tactical problem to be solved. "—agreed. Enhanced measures will be necessary—" My mother's voice again, clinical and detached. "—I've prepared contingency protocols for that scenario. The target's psychological profile suggests specific vulnerabilities that can be exploited—" Target. Psychological profile. Vulnerabilities.

“You can't do this Emelda, she is your daughter. It doesn't matter who she calls mother or who she loves the most. She will forever remain your daughter and I will only be the woman who took care of her '' Laura pleaded desperately and her desperation was enjoyed by Emelda. “Now you are talking but it is too bad I can't have bitch for a daughter,” said as she pointed the gun towards Cassandra and pulled the trigger. The gun went off and everyone stood frozen. Cassandra’s hands went to her stomach trying hard to protect her child but her heart was beating even faster. Fear, cold feet everything was happening all at once. “No.. no” she cried out.

Samantha continued, “But I knew that our daughter’s survival rate was very slim. She was pregnant with no one to take care of her when she left. How could she have managed to survive all the hardships of this world all alone, when her body was not even in its best condition?” “You have no idea how excited our daughter was when she learned that she was pregnant. I was also happy because I was going to be a grandmother. But just as we were about to announce the good news to you, you ordered our daughter to be taken to the Moore family’s bridal chambers and become that man’s wife.” “I did not even have the chance to say goodbye to my daughter. I only heard that you were chasing them down and or

my daughter cried and said to me, I was scared because the last thing I remember was that she was inside a futuristic human tube. "Your moth..." I asked my daughter in tears, she smiled brightly and cried. "Mama died giving birth to me, but I never got to be with her while I was growing up, I have memories from her I was a premature baby when I was born I rushed out of her stomach, Good thing I survived because they put me in a futuristic human tube to survive, It's normal that my blood is different from her because your blood flows through me, you saved me before you left the country for your work, you and Mama got married secretly in front of the judge, right?" my daughter said I don't rem

"I stood at the edge of the pit, thinking of just jumping. "But in that moment… the little life inside me moved." Kaelan's breathing grew ragged. He clutched the pendant tightly. "My child was still alive." My voice softened. "I couldn't die. I couldn't let her fall into despair with me. "From that moment on, I started to fight for survival. "I used my remaining healing abilities to treat other injured Rogues in exchange for food. "I traded my body… for a few fleeting moments of safety. "Nine months later, I gave birth to my daughter in an abandoned cave.

This wasn't the woman who had once been a brilliant researcher on the verge of a medical breakthrough. With hands that still shook, I removed the red silk gown, letting it pool at my feet like a pool of blood. I stepped out of it and kicked it aside, watching as it settled into a heap on the bathroom floor. Tomorrow, I will burn it. But tonight, I had to focus on what was important, on the daughter who needed me to be strong, even when I felt like I was shattering into a million pieces.

On her wedding day, my adopted daughter, Sophie Bennett, runs off after transferring the 300-thousand-dollar down payment her fiance, Ethan Carter, has saved for their new home. A few days earlier, while sorting through her old belongings, she discovers her adoption papers. After reading too many stories about domineering billionaires and runaway heirs, she is convinced that she is the long-lost biological daughter of a billionaire. Determined to reclaim her place among the elite and marry a powerful man, she steals the down payment and spreads lies online, accusing her adoptive parents of imprisoning and abusing her. It isn't until my biological daughter appears before me that I reali

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif