Novel & Cerita The Book Woman's Daughter

he immediately knelt infront of her. Yin Yue calmed down. "I am the daughter of General Jiang Lin.Merely taking their lives is not enough for me.I want them to suffer ,I want them to have the taste of betrayal,I want to disclose their conspiracy to the world and I want to restore my father's and my family's honor"she said with determination. Wang Wei was really surprised for a moment .Yesterday,she was a little girl,frozen with fear and shock but today she is issuing orders as if she is a general in army.

That her child might as well have been burned to the ground? “My daughter! My baby!” The woman cries desperately, grabbing and pulling me closer to her. “Help my daughter! Help her! Please!” “I burned village! Everyone’s dead!” I tell her, in a futile attempt to shake off her death grasp on me. I try squinting my eyes and the woman’s face vaguely comes into focus. She has dark brown skin and dark eyes, but her face is covered in blood as are her hands. She grabs onto me harder, refusing to let go.

Only then did Kelvin notice Jillian. There was a nerve pulsing on her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her entire body was trembling violently like a leaf being buffeted by the wind. "Who is that woman, Daddy? Why are you holding her hand? Tell me that she's just your friend. Hurry and tell me that she's not my new mother. I don't have a mother anymore since Sienna left. It's only supposed to be you and me from now on…" No matter how fiercely Jillian tried to deny the truth, Kelvin's mistress, Maisie Ferrera, continued to cling to his arm affectionately. "Is this your daughter, honey?" she asked coquettishly. "She's so pretty. She looks just like you."

"Second, if you want financial support, we can settle it in court. Let a judge decide if it's fair to leave everything to one daughter and demand money from the other." I pulled out my wallet, took out a fifty, and dropped it on the table. "For your cab back to the station. From now on, whatever the law requires is all you're getting from me." Under their stunned stares, I turned and walked away. As I pushed open the café door, the early spring breeze brushed across my face, carrying the first hint of warmth. For the first time in my life, I finally knew how to live for myself. *** The next day, the receptionist called. "Ms. Everett, there's a woman downstairs claiming to be your mother. She

“I don’t know. I called you today because I’ve been really worried about something.” “What is it, dear?” “Your daughter.” “What did she do now? She’s very stubborn, that one, but I can set her straight. She may have moved out of my house but she’s still my daughter.” Daughter, my foot. This woman knew nothing about family loyalty. It was one of the reasons I didn’t plan to keep her around me for long. People who are willing to sell their own blood are the worst.

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.

'We must check our Luna, she is not safe here even if the Alpha believe she is' Knox states, he was always the straight thinker The sight of a sleeping Rory helps ease my mind and calm my nerves, even Kane's roaring snores from on the sofa brings me some comfort. This seems like the perfect time to sit out on the balcony and flick through the book Elder Micha gave me. It was a hand written book filled with scraps and notes, most of it was in such poor handwriting that I struggled deciphering many of the words but from what I could make out, this book or more journal, had belonged to our late Luna's ancestors.

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

she cried, scrambling up the stairs. The woman barked, “Wrong way, over here!” She stumbled into the main hall and stopped, blinking. Skye stood still, cold and distant. “Who… who are you?” she gasped. “Did Paige send you? Please! Take me away! Please!” Skye tilted her head, studying the disheveled woman. A mocking glint flashed in her eyes. “So… is this karma? Paige abandoned you?” She stepped forward, voice low and dangerous. “Seems your daughter’s done with you.” ***

The image of Donga rose in my mind like smoke. Tall, cruel, eyes like knives. The man who ripped the innocence from my childhood, who used me like a tool to cement his empire of fear. He never saw me as his daughter. Only property. Only leverage. And now he was the target. The only problem I had noticed with Lorenzo was that he was too straightforward and too headstrong while the man that should be my father was a sly snake. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, as if I could block out the storm in my mind. What if Donga played on that? What if he twisted it, the way he twists everything?