The Daughters Of Yalta Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I will take you to Michael and stay with you if I can.” I knock on my father's office door, “Come in, Layla; I want you to meet someone.” He motions for Diana to leave; I put on my happy face and smile at the two men; Michael’s fingers are cruel with the intent to harm as he grips my shoulder, saying, “Gentleman, this is my daughter Layla; Layla, Alpha Lucian, and his son Isaac.” Bending my head in submission to Alpha Lucian, I can see his son smirking, watching my every move. He can't think for himself. His father would guide his every action. Acting on instinct and stepping closer to Isaac, I put my hand out to shake his.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

I felt lost… empty and confused… "Dad’s right, we shouldn’t tell anyone. It’s fine, Gamma Grayson deserves to be out of prison more than him learning about this… Plus, I may not be Dad’s real daughter, but-" "You are his one and only daughter, my parents are dead. William and Andrea were my parents, and that won't ever change." Yileyna cut in. "Your dad will always be yours." Dad wasn’t happy with her words, but he said nothing. "Sisters." I said, quietly giving her hand a gentle squeeze. She nodded before turning to Dad. "I do think that if Charlene wants, Gamma Grayson should also be told. I'm sure he won’t tell everyone anyway."

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.”

I did not bother waiting for a reply. “That was weird,” Yulia said as we slowed down our walk. “Those were the Rasputin family, they offered both their daughters to me a long time ago,” I told her. Yulia looked sharply at me. “Offered?” “Yes, it is part of their culture to offer up their daughters to whomever they deem powerful,” I told her. “For what purpose?” Yulia asked. “Power, politics, to strengthen their family ties, to create a new bloodline, so on and so forth,” I said.

When you couldn’t even wait for my mother to be laid to rest before bringing your illegitimate daughter into our home, did you ever think about us? Robert was stunned into silence, unable to muster a single word. Elena, unwilling to stay quiet, instinctively pointed a finger at Yara and barked, "Hey, watch your tone! What do you mean by that woman? What do you mean by illegitimate daughter? We have names, you know!" Yara shifted her gaze to Elena, her expression colder than ever. "At least you’re self-aware enough to realize I’m talking about you. Since you know you’re an illegitimate daughter, maybe you should learn to keep your head down.

Faina Green Darya had turned sixteen just over a month ago, and the mansion seemed smaller with each passing day. The air felt heavier. The walls are narrower. And the secret my daughter carried no longer fit inside her. I was in the kitchen alone, preparing breakfast for the quintuplets who were still sleeping, when Yakov and Vasily walked in. The two were sixteen now, almost identical to their father in height and posture, but with blue eyes and the same protective instinct I recognized in myself.

Joffrey von Sterling asked in amazement, which quickly morphed into anger and incredulity, “Did you steal this?” “What? No, my Lord...” Yelena was quick to counter, some kind of irritation making its way onto her features. “My mother gave it to me,” “I—I do not understand,” The old wolf looked at his daughter in confusion, as though she could somehow explain everything that was happening. She did not disappoint. “Alright, let me make it clear for you, father...” Aiyisha started, taking her time for emphasis, “Yelena over here... is your daughter.”

"You're late." Lucia Abbott stood at the edge of the cliff, her silver hair glowing under the moonlight. "You wanted to see me?" I asked. "Do you know about the witch's prophecy?" she said. "What prophecy?" She stepped closer to the cliff, her heels nearly hanging over open air. "The prophecy from the Northlands witch. She said..." She paused, eyes locking onto mine. "She said the true bloodline is about to awaken. The exiled daughter will take everything back. Dad's love, the pack's authority, and... Caleb."