Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter 소설 & 이야기

By sunrise, an entire bloodline would be presumed extinct. ~~~ The Last Daughter Daeira Seralyn was thirteen years old when her world ended. She had spent the evening chasing fireflies through the palace gardens, avoiding her lessons and laughing whenever her mother's attendants called her name. Her father had promised to take her riding the following morning. Her mother had kissed her forehead before dinner. Her older siblings had teased her about being the smallest wolf in the family. It had been an ordinary evening. A beautiful one. The kind of evening a child never realizes she should treasure. Until the screaming began. At first, Daeira thought someone had fallen. Then she heard the how

It seemed surreal that outside, the world continued to move forward in a seemingly carefree manner, while she remained trapped in a nightmarish existence. Rara couldn't help but question how her life had spiralled so painfully out of control. She had once been the epitome of an obedient daughter, always treading lightly under the watchful eye of her father—Alaister Morris. He had instilled fear in her, but little did she know that escape from his clutches would only lead her into the hands of far more sinister men.

I grew up with two parents and they both sucked. Honestly, I was a free spirit and I liked it that way. Tillie was the only partner I needed and she treated my daughter almost like she was her own. Whenever I wanted to be impulsive she was there to make sure my daughter was cared for. Like the time I stole this asshole’s motorcycle and drove to Vegas for the weekend. Or the time my friend invited me to come along as her plus one to this rich guy’s yacht party last minute. The only catch was that we had to be topless the whole time, it was worth it. “Mommy!” Aaliyah shouted, bringing me back to reality.

PARIS's POV "you have become a tyrant ruler, jailing and unjailing as you, please. Who gave you such boldness?" my mother said with a sneer, "tyrant ruler? Really, mother? If you could simply put things this way. For a moment, just a moment, see Ember as your daughter. Think that, it is indeed your daughter who is being stomped and mistreated. Your daughter who is being attacked and treated as less than something. Just for a moment, let your maternal side tilt toward that direction."

Tyrone was right, she should have just stuck to Damon who had given her more than enough money for having Daira even though he didn't want her initially. She could have been living lavishly but no she was greedy and wanted more power! Having grown up in an orphanage, she had always wanted all the good things of life and when she got it she wanted more and it had finally led to her demise. With that thought, she buried her head into her legs and broke down in tears. Her daughter would still be alive had she not targeted Tyrone and who knew, she could have found a man and had more children but now, none of that was happening.

His eyes widened in sheer, visceral shock, but the confusion was still there. He had spent days, weeks, hunting for the person with that exact scent. He was so stunned that he didn't even register the change in her posture or the sudden shift in the room's energy. Then she opened her eyes. They were no longer the soft, pleading eyes of a lost girl; they were glowing a brilliant, predatory golden. "My full name is Morvienne Seran," she declared, her voice empty and devoid of any pretense. "I am the Alpha's daughter... and the only survivor."

Being one of the successors of my grandpa's royal empire, even getting a single chair in the dining area just to get seated next to him was an unimaginable competition. Being decisive, thorough, and heartless was a must for all of us. My deceased dad never missed stabbing and equip me with that kind of mindset while he was still alive. Survival of the fittest as he describes it. At a very young age, I was able to travel to a few places, not to spend time wandering, visiting bars at night, or having sex with anyone that pleases my eyes, but to get trained for work and business. About how to weigh things either when I should stone my heart or not.

He was indeed utterly and completely finished and there was no way out now. Well… except for one… Her. For the first time in his miserable, pathetic life, Duncan Ryder is left completely and totally helpless, with no choice but to crawl to the daughter he had abandoned, the daughter he had mercilessly tortured and used for his selfish gains, the daughter he only now discovered that she's actually his one and only true biological child; Katrina Jacqueline Ryder. His only true biological daughter and also the rightful heir to the company he and Emily usurped. The only one, who according to the man who orchestrated his downfall, held the keys to his salvation...

The plague was gradually being contained, and trade routes across the continent were reopening. "Mom, I want to change my last name," Lyra suddenly said. I was taken aback. "Change your last name?" She nodded. "Yes. I don't want to be a Dwyer anymore. I want to have the same last name as you and Grandma Raina." "But why?" "Because I'm your daughter. Dad may have given me half of my bloodline, but you gave me my entire life. It was true in our previous lives, and it's true in this one too."

"Send them to their respective houses and keep a close eye on them. I think killing them won't be that much fun. Rather Tyler should live the life just watching her daughter being a slave to me and my people." Leonard's last word brought a separate sort of fear through Tyler's body. He knew exactly that her daughter had Alpha blood but she had no wolf in her. That means she was just a fragile human being. If Leonard would come down to his real torturous methods Iris won't survive. "Dad......" Iris screamed for the last time when she saw her father and Jeremy being dragged away from there. The mere thought of not seeing her father stabbed her heart brutally. Her cries didn't stop as she kept