The Daughters Of Yalta Novels & Stories

I watched him send one of his men to go bring his daughters. In a few minutes, the guard returned with two ladies closely following him. The girls ambled over to their father and stood next to him, each on both sides. "Meet my daughters Dante, Leila and Vanessa Fedorov" Nikolia proudly stated. The girls flashed me sensual smiles and I returned it back with a smug smile. Accessing their features, there was no doubt they were very pretty and also sexy. "Nice to meet you Dante" One spoke. "And also a pleasure to have you and your men in our home" she added.

“The Alpha did nothing. Another could have been chosen. So would you have fought and claimed it for your daughter?” Prime Minister Caswell’s mouth opened, but no words came out. “Today is a glorious occasion. Let’s not spoil the mood,” a Black witch whispered. Everyone agreed. Prime Minister Caswell reluctantly walked up to his daughter, but as his hands reached to help her off the floor, Yella slapped them away. “Don’t… don’t you dare,” she cried. “You had one, one fucking job. Make sure she doesn’t arrive, and you, ” She laughed painfully.

With that in mind, Xavia eventually inched closer to Fiona before whispering, “Just so you know, Yulia is his daughter.” …W-what…?!

Her arm wrapped around me, palm gently patting my back — the same gesture she'd used when I first learned what our family truly was. "My daughter," she murmured, her voice calm and composed, "she didn't take anything that was truly yours." I shook my head. "You don't understand—" "She took nothing," she repeated firmly. "You are still Nancy DeLuca — the sole heir to this empire. No one — not that ungrateful foster child, not those blind fools — can take away the power in your blood or the dominion that awaits you." Her words didn't chase away the chill in my heart, but they steadied my pulse.

I wished the ground would swallow me up instead of facing those cunning politicians. But it didn’t happen! I was dragged to the conference Hall, where a room full of stern-faced Alphas observed me keenly as my dad introduced me. “Gentlemen, meet my daughter, Shyla Harrison. She is my heir and a pure-blooded Fenrir Alpha.” The piercing cold gazes of Alphas pierced my soul, it felt awkward to be the center of attraction. After all, I wasn’t a specimen for curious school kids where they were examining me for educational purposes.

They were oblivious to the fact that this passage would be arduous to traverse, fraught with numerous obstacles. Their first task was to discover the existence of an escape route from the place their clan had called home for countless centuries. ****** Killian "Could you please wait for me, Killian? One day, when I grow up like the other girls around you, you will see. I'll save myself for you, which means you'll have to be patient. Promise," I pleaded with Killian, our alpha's daughter, as I gently stroked her hair and offered her a sweet smile. However, the small child frowned in response.

We had a rough start after his false assumption, and ever since then, he's been out to have my head on a spike. When I was close enough, he raised a hand to stop me from moving any further. “Milton told us you're the daughter of an Alpha. Is that true?” He asked. “Yes. It is. I am the daughter of Alpha Nathan.” Davies looked at the other elders. I knew my father was famous for his exploits, but none of them seemed to know who he was. "What happened to your father?" Davies frowned while he stared at me. The room suddenly felt cold, and I shivered as memories of my last trial with the elders of my pack replayed in my head.

Months later, Dominic Hart's name appeared on the list of buyers for the Montgomery family's core assets. The family that had once ruled New York's Upper East Side became a joke that people laughed about over dinner.

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

"The bank pulled the loans, the rogue attacks destroyed the crops—I don't have the cash. But we had a deal. A life for the debt." Elara’s head snapped up. "A life? What are you talking about? What deal?" Her father finally looked at her, but there was no pity there. Only desperation. Elara felt a cold lump form in her throat. She knew how the pack saw her. She was the fourth daughter. The "wolfless" freak who couldn't shift. Her sisters were all married off to high-ranking Alphas, bringing in money and power. She was the only one left. The spare part.