Novel & Cerita Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter

"So she was killed by her right hand maid. However, before she died, she bore in mind her followers would die along with her, so she had them take a sip of her daughter's blood then had them fight themselves to death to awaken sired to her daughter. By the time the followers awoke, the right hand maid and the child were gone and so was every trace of her." "Why are you telling me all this?" Ashley asked again, still not getting the point. Rebecca didn't say another word but Celene who had been following them from a distance, stood a little farther from them and said, "You're the daughter who survived and you have thousands of lives attached who believe and would do anything to protect you an

I grew up eating them not only for breakfast, but for all of my meals. However, my daughter does not deserve to hear them. The King may be her father, but she was still a half-blood and Vampires would always favor the full-blooded over those who had human genes. Just like today. No guards were stepping up for the tyrant’s supposed to be woman. It will be the same with Mira. Zachary would only gain more enemies by having me and my daughter by his side. Our every day life will consist of bloody battles like this. I would fight to prevent her from being subjected to things like this.

The woman you made loses her reason. Mordred turns pale and looks Mila in the eyes just inches from his face. - Yes, that's exactly what you're thinking. I am the result of the violence you exercised. I'm your daughter, “dad”. - You are Typhon's companion. – Mordred shouts, making Typhon understand what was happening. - Our incestuous family will soon come to an end... but you won't be here to see it. With the strength of her hatred increased by her son's kidnapping, Mila plunges her hand into the vampire's chest and rips out his black, cold heart.

“I promise y-you… It’s alright. Let’s not m-make the t-twins orphans tonight.” The last bit of her remark had me stilling like a sculpted stone. A brief memory of the night of my Ascension Rite flashed in my mind, reminding me that my father made such a difficult decision back then, too. And my father had chosen me. Should I choose my children too? My precious Gillian and wonderful Calisto… Or would they hate me if I let this evil man kill their mother just so they could keep their father, who was the reason their mother got killed in the first place?

Tonight, the Lycan King would finally pay for what his men had done. My name is Valeria Montenegro, daughter of Gabriel and Isabel Montenegro. They killed my parents in cold blood while I hid beneath the floorboards of our home, too small to fight, too terrified to even cry out. I remembered the smell of smoke. I remembered my mother's hand pressing against my mouth, urging me to stay silent, stay hidden, stay alive — even as her own life slipped away just beyond the wall I hid behind. I wasn't that girl anymore. I had trained under masters who didn't believe girls belonged in war. I had survived winters with nothing but a blade and my own will. I had waited, patient as stone, until the day

Her fangs lengthened, hunger flashing in her eyes. “Enough,” Nymera said again—gentle this time, but the word still burned. “Your father agreed,” she continued. “His blood for peace. His daughter for balance betweenthe fae and werewolves. You were given, Cinder of Vargrheim. The pact was sealed when I first set my eyes on you.” The room tilted. My father’s face flickered in my mind—the same cold authority, the same words: Be pious. Be selfless. Give back.

I stare at my dad in worry. I feel like he is setting me up for a lynching. Everyone gasps and gazes at him in shock and rage. I really want to walk back to my guest room and miss this explosion. “Rydon! What do you think you are doing?!” the mother scolds him “I am merely giving my eldest daughter a place beside me, why should she sit at the very end like a rogue stranger?” she stands up. “She is rogue filth! What is her pack? She is nothing to us! Filthy half-bred bastard mongrel that you found in the woods and took in because her mother was murdered in the mountains.”

"Thanks to your greed, I lost the king's child. No words will be able to explain the hurt that I felt at the moment. Tomorrow will be your sentence day but I thought I should give you a bit of a headstart on what your punishment will be like first." Another step. "You wanted to usurp my husband's throne, how about I take you away from the surface of the earth first? I've killed your daughter, it won't be hard to do the same to the father." Raising a hand, she beckoned on one of the soldiers that came with her. He immediately walked towards her. "Take him out of his chains." She ordered coldly.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.

The bastard that murdered my father! "This is the daughter of the famed tyrant. The seed of the one that caused us nothing but chaos. Lydia Nightshade, daughter of Duncan Nightshade." The auctioneer confirmed. All of a sudden, the room seemed to shrink. It felt as if it was just me and this girl in the room. One of the stage lights traveled from her direction and stooped right above me. Her frightened eyes wandered over to my direction. I felt my mouth clench. I didn't need to know more. I hated this bitch.