The Book Woman's Daughter: A Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Your daughter consumed us. She ate my family. She tortured us for two years. She's traumatized? She's the victim?" "Yes," the woman said. Simply. Certainly. "She is. My daughter came to your world offering gift. Offering evolution. Offering partnership. You responded with violence. With imprisonment. With torture. You—" "She killed people!" Reaper shouted. "She tried to enslave humanity! She—" "She tried to save you," the woman said. "From yourselves. From your limitations. From your—your humanity." She said the word like curse. Like insult. "My daughter saw potential. Saw what you could become. Tried to help. And you—you punished her for it."

"What I am is a woman who cheated on her husband with his father, what I am is a woman who wrote a book about it and published it for the world to read, what I am is a disaster, Victor, and you standing here telling me to stop running doesn't change any of that" "It changes everything" he said, and his grip on my hand tightened just enough to make me look at him "Because I'm still here, because I have been here since the moment you shook my hand at that brunch, because I have followed you across an ocean and into a villa where I drugged my own son just to be near you, because I have just bought a publishing company to get backstage at your book signing, and I would do all of it again without

a bookshop. No sign. Just books visible through the window. Stacked without system, the specific beautiful chaos of someone who had been accumulating them for years and had stopped pretending organization was possible. Eve looked at it through the windscreen. "She's inside," Vessa said. "Does she know we're coming," Eve said. "No," Vessa said. "If she knew she'd run." Damian looked at Eve. Eve looked at the bookshop. At the warm light through the window. At the chaos of spines visible from the street. At the life a woman had built in a small village four hours from everything she'd once been.

Sometimes enforced. I close the book and sit in the dim library with dust motes floating through afternoon light. Three days ago I would have been one of the weak ones. The ones who don't survive. My whole life has been about being Damon's mate. His Luna. I made myself small enough to fit in the spaces he allowed me. But that woman died in the hospital. Poisoned. Abandoned. Left alone with only her baby's heartbeat to prove she still mattered. The woman sitting here now is different. Harder. Angrier.

Perhaps this will give me understanding. I order two waffle sandwiches with pieces of omelet rounds and bacon slices, remembering how Evers enjoyed the maple bacon donut that the wolf male had gifted me. The little woman presses the silver square on the screen twice, it says "WFB" and I make a mental note. I sit next to the door as I wait on the pink haired beauty to arrive. I observe the people who enter and those I can see from the window. I pretend not to see Evers as I 'read' the book while she makes her way towards me. "Aislaine! So sorry, I'm running behind. I overslept. Well, I always oversleep. You look nice this morning! I love the top." She sits down across from me and I open the b

Covering the ground and heading back to the place that created our nightmares, the place that changed us forever; to face our past and create a new future. ***THE END*** Thank you for reading, please remember to leave me a review and look out for the continuation of Lamia's story in:- Rise of a Queen - Book 2, in The Delta's Daughter Series. OUT NOW!

Consequences be damned. My mate saunters over under the cover of darkness. I feel him press his body against mine. His muzzle buried in my neck inhaling my scent. A growl of approval rumbling in his chest. I wish to stay right here forever. Pretend we are alone in this embrace. Our two wolves leaned against one another, their own moment with their destined mate. “Shift, my daughter of Selene! Shift as your Immaculate Mother commands!” The woman says, her voice full of authority.

“You’re stressing about something like this, madam. Let me take care of it, eh?” With annoyance, there is an urge inside of my heart to show him that I am not a damsel in distress. Well, technically, he didn’t say that but all my life, I’ve never had a man to solve my problems. It’s always been me. Always be up to me if how the hell I am going to respond on it. “ You sure about that?” I asked as I ignited the cigarette and copy what he did earlier. The president’s daughter, dressed in her pink office suit is smoking under the roof of the presidential mansion.

I gritted out trying to reign my anger, making my father raise an eyebrow. "Go on?" He said. "He has abused his half daughter." I let out in a very angry tone. Clenching my fists to try and control my anger. "Half daughter?" He asked with furrowed brows. Right, I forgot that no one knew about that. "Yes, half daughter. Lady Nyx is his half daughter. And he has been whipping her. Her back is so scared from it. It is Horrendous.*" I let out more anger than I had intended. My father raised his eyebrows in understanding.

The dew on its leaves shone under the sun's rays bringing the land under the captivity of twinkling like several brittle broken pieces of mirror scattered as she surpassed them. The horse almost rams into a rambler who strolled by the path. The woman waves back to Christine running after the horse. “Maybe it’s a rescue or a resuscitation she needs.” Christine said to herself . as if the hoarse heard the statement it halted, Christine’s eyes on her right shoulder. The woman's visage sympathized with her as she snares the point the horse stood feeling tired. The woman extends her hand of kindness to her. “ My dau… daughter, wrap your t… temple” The woman said vehemently regaining her normal br