The Daughter In The Shadows Novels & Stories

" Luca it's final and there's nothing you can do about it, Marino already told his daughter and she already accepted so I advise you stop being hard headed…" " Then she'll just have to cancel," Luca declared, cutting his father off. " Don't even think of doing anything stupid" Mr Giorgi replied,a challenge in his voice. The room fell silent as the tension between father and son became palpable. From the corner of his eyes, Luca could see his Mom staring at him with fear and concern in her eyes. She has always been afraid to go against her husband but she also loved her son very well so she always stayed neutral anytime they had an argument.

After all, she chose this path so she could save her father's life. Her father’s words echoed in her mind. There’s so much you don’t know. What had he meant? What secrets had he been keeping, and why? Lost in thought, she didn’t notice the group of men lurking in the shadows. "Well, well," a voice drawled, stepping into her path. "What’s a lady like you doing out here alone?" Anaïs stiffened, her heart pounding. "Excuse me," she said, trying to step around him.

The city lights flickered outside the penthouse as Sophie, Alex, and James huddled around the dining table, the journal laid open before them. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and fear. They knew that within these pages lay the answers to a mystery that had haunted Sophie for years. The journal was the key to unlocking the secrets behind their parents' deaths and exposing the shadowy network that threatened their lives. Sophie’s fingers trembled as she turned the first few pages. Her mother’s neat handwriting filled the yellowed sheets, notes and dates scribbled in the margins. She read aloud, her voice quivering.

Because one thing was now painfully clear: The Shadow Faction was coming for my daughter. And they weren’t going to stop. Not until they owned her. Or until we destroyed them. Either way…. The next war had just begun.

* *The shadow claims you… damn. A tiny, private thrill cut through the terror. She hit record for a quick voice note. “Episode Two teaser,” she whispered, her voice still husky from everything that had happened today. “When the shadow claims you, do you run… or let it swallow you whole?” She uploaded it, then closed the app. One small piece of her life that still belonged only to her. Her phone lit up with three new messages. Jake: *8 a.m. sharp. Or the video goes live.*

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

"You're soaking. Why didn't you call ahead?" Her eyes dropped to the folder against my ribs. Her pupils spiked. "Mother," my voice shook. Rain dripped onto the Persian carpet. "I have the labs. I want..." Father set down his silver cigar cutter. Slow. Deliberate. Mother's nails dug into my arm, dragging me toward the shadows. "Not tonight," she hissed. "Read the room, Gemma. This is Bianca's night. Don't you dare ruin it." I froze. "Enough." Father's voice cut from the head table.

“Save those crocodile tears, I’m sure you would’ve been happy if your daughter had successfully killed me. Did you know Ceryn was working with Nyra— a shadowed assassin— to take the moon light from the vessel?” “What!” Her father gasped, surprised. “Shadowed assassins are dangerous.” “Yes, they are! But I didn’t bother reporting her to you because she begged me not to, and swore on everything dear to her that she’s changed, so I overlooked. But your daughter doesn’t mind working with anybody, be it Shadowed assassins, be it Rogues, and very soon she will work with the devil himself all for power and fame. I’m done with that kind of woman!” I yelled.

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.

“Where is my daughter?!” The shadow looked down on me, as if just noticing my presence. “You… that's right,” it mumbled. A sinister smile suddenly creeped on its face. “You're still here.” I ignored his words and whatever it means. “Answer me! Where is my daughter?! Where is Coravine?!” I yelled at it with anger. “You think I took your child? Me?” The shadow cackled and it made my skin prickle with disgust. “Oh, you naive woman. Do not ask me! Ask your dear friend about her!” It gestured behind me.