The Daughters Of Yalta Novels & Stories

To their surprise, she had a smile on her face and didn't look shaken at all. “We won.” One of the ladies announced. “You have to chop off your fingers now.” She taunted with a smirk on her face. “We knew that Miss Elia would never lie.” “Now get it done; cut off your fingers.” “Reign, I underestimated you,” Yulia told her father. “However, you haven't won yet. I still have other evidence that I am the legitimate daughter, and she is just a mistress.” “Don't try to do anything stupid!” One of the ladies snapped. “Your father already said it.”

Dalziel turned his head to look at the woman wearing a black off-shoulder dress with a slit at the bottom and frowned and asked: "Who are you?" "I am Yaretzi, the daughter of the president of Narine Group, Mr. Hubert." Yaretzi introduced herself with a charming smile. Dalziel thought for a while before realizing who the woman in front of him was, wasn't she the half-sister of that sister-in-law, she approached him again, this would be interesting, a plan appeared in his mind. So he was very friendly with Yaretzi. --- At this time, in a hospital in the city, Erasmus was out of free time and was scrolling through her phone, when she came across a live broadcast, and she stopped to watch.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

Their lead car cleared a path through the journalists, and they left the hotel behind. Yelena followed her father to another event where he was the keynote speaker. She caught up with him in a quiet hallway just before he entered the main hall. A crowd of young students was waiting inside to hear from him, seeing him as a hero of business. To Yelena, he was just a predator. Vlad moved to block her path, but Starkov waved him off. He stepped closer to his daughter, his eyes cold. “Yamalenko is doing fine, but you won't ever see him again,” he muttered.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

York whispers. “Why?” “Don’t you know who she is?” York is hardly able to mask his surprise “Nope, clearly not.” She is mighty fine to look at though. Looking to my side I see that Hartley’s eyes are trained on her. Looks like he’ll be trying to get her into his bed. It’s a good thing lycans don’t get STD’s otherwise he would surely have every STD known to wolves, lycans, fae and humans. “She is Alpha Harrison’s daughter. She's lazy and never puts in any effort. Trusts her pedigree and looks to get her everywhere. She’s the worst of the Alpha’s daughters.”

“Then tell me.” “The pampered Janice is the daughter of Alpha Sixto, who lives in a small town in Romania. The school you were in was the best school of our kind. Daughters of Alphas were sent here. She attended the same academy to which most of the wealthy packs and alphas with more of a professional scholarly bent sent their daughters here.” “You say Janice was from Europe? ” Sonya nodded. Everleigh frowned and was confused. She knew the school had the best facilities, but it was never popular compared to Ivy League schools. She sighed. These alphas wanted to stay low, just like Rufus.

I wince when Dad’s elbow slightly nudges my arm. “May I have the pleasure of dancing with one of your daughters?” I say, choking on the words. I feel Dad’s silent chuckle as the Alpha beams with pride and yanks one of his daughters forward. With a sigh, I take her arm and lead the young woman to the dance floor for a waltz around the ballroom. Politely, I ask about her hobbies, her education, her likes and dislikes. This one likes the color pink, roses, and ballet. She hopes to have six or seven children if the Goddess blesses her. She calls herself dutiful and loyal, both qualities all of these Alphas drill into their daughters.

They treated me like I didn't matter, like I was some piece of trash. My father, Agnes Stalin, the Earl of the community; Geshar, was popular around the seven kingdoms. He was known as a fierce man, but also known for his beautiful 12 daughters. Noble men traveled from different kingdoms just to have one of his daughters because it was said that the Stalin bloodline yielded luck.

Katty exclaimed as she hugged her mother's waist. "I'm pretty like Mommy too!" chirped Delya as she spun around, showing off her dress. All three of Elena's daughters wore dresses designed by the famous designer, Queen Elisabeth, none other than Elena herself. Elena chuckled, hugging her three daughters. "Yes, you're all beautiful." On the other side, Nathan was straightening Alva's little tie. "You sit tight, don't run around," Nathan ordered as he adjusted his son's coat. "Yes, Daddy," Alva replied with a big smile.