The Addams Family Daughter 소설 & 이야기

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

I asked curiously while browsing through dresses on another rack. "I already got mine; yours, on the other hand, must be perfect for that night." "And for what reason?" I approached her, arms crossed, as if I were expecting an explanation. Something didn't quite add up. Why did Amelia suddenly care so much about what I would wear to an ordinary party? I noticed my friend tensed slightly at my closeness. She shrugged nervously. "Because you're Horatio Finn's daughter, you have to look perfect at the event where you'll be the center of attention," she smiled.

Smoke rose in the distance adding to the chaos that was surrounding ten-year-old Addie. She sobbed, clinging to her older sister. Sounds of fighting and screaming echoed around the walls of the courtyard causing her to shake. Her mother, Luna Ana, bent down and looked Addie in the face. “Listen to your sister. She’ll keep you safe.” Addie nodded. Ana stood up and looked at her oldest daughter. She reached over and caressed her face. “Remember what I told you. Practice. And don’t tell anyone.” Beatrice nodded, starting to cry.

She replied, ignoring my sarcasm and eyeing me with naked derision. "Where is Chloe?" I asked, craning my neck to see past her. "Out, on business." Addison replied, taking a step outside and shutting the door behind her. "Now what do you want?"" "I have a right to see my daughter, Addison. You can't keep her away from me," I replied, trying to sound firm. "You're not getting anywhere near Adele," Addison said, crossing her arms. I felt my temper starting to rise. I knew Addison had never really liked me, and the scene at the airport hadn't exactly won me any favors, but this was getting ridiculous. I had a right to see my own daughter, and she couldn't keep her away from me.

“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? Coffee?” “I’m okay, thank you.” “Actually, you know what? Let me have something prepared for you. Have you eaten lunch?” Before I could answer, Josephine walked to the doorway and called out, “Daniella!” A woman in her sixties appeared, wearing a simple uniform. “Yes, Mrs. Adams?” “Daniella, this is my daughter, Zara.” Josephine’s voice broke slightly on the word ‘daughter,’ like she still couldn’t quite believe it was real.

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

Dad pulled out his phone with shaking hands to call 911, but Mom lunged forward and grabbed it. "Don't! You can't call anyone!" Her voice cracked with tears. "If people find out she's dead, they'll say we abused her! Beau hasn't been born yet... We can't have this on our record!" "She's our daughter!" Dad roared, losing his temper with Mom for the first time ever. "Look at her! She's only seven years old! How can you be so heartless?!" He shoved Mom aside and dialed 911, choking out our address through his sobs.

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."

As if I was a stupid woman who didn’t have eyes and ears and couldn’t put two and two together. I was a daughter of the mafia. I grew up with guns, arm deals, and sulky men around me twenty-four-seven. “Where was Aoki and his guys that didn’t stop it?” Archie carried on, his voice still loud and angry. “Were they hurt?” he added after a moment, sounding concerned now.