Novel & Cerita The Daughters Of Yalta

"You can’t make me." Her father took a slow step forward. "You are my daughter," he said. "And you will obey." A shiver ran down her spine. Lina took a step back. "You promised me a choice," she whispered. "You said—" "I said you had **duties.** And you do." His voice was cold, final. "You think you can run from this, Lina? That you can run from your mate?" She clenched her fists. "Dane isn’t my mate. He’s my **prison.**"

Although it was early in the night, a large portion of wolves had found their mates, and were dancing softly together, or had exited the ball early to be alone together. “Alpha Evander, Luna Ida,” my father greeted, and all three of us bowed. “Betas Marley and Imara,” Evander grinned. It sounded strange to hear my parent’s names; I always thought of them as mum and dad. “And who’s this?” Luna Ida asked, peering inquisitively at me. “This is our daughter, the Young Beta Arienne,” my dad said. I bowed again. “It’s an honour to meet you,” I said, nodding to each of them in turn.

The daughters of enemies were stolen and sold to brothels and other enemies. They lived a life worse than a stray dog. When Fabiano stared at the little girl in front of her, he felt something. Pity. It was a foreign emotion, difficult to handle for him. He couldn’t imagine what was going to happen to his friend’s daughter. The whole of Italy and Russia knew that the Capo’s daughter was the collateral damage in the war. The Consigliere’s daughter was the property of Bratva too. Fabiano shook his head, brushing away the weird feelings that emerged within him thinking about the fate of the little one in front of him.

He tried to approach my carriage. Fytar drew two long blades, spinning them in his hands. "Fytar, what do you mean by this?!" "When Bydona came of age and descended to the mortal realm for her trial, she was almost betrothed to me. If it wasn't for your interference, we would've had three kids by now. Now, things have simply returned to the way they should be. If you're planning to steal her away again, I wouldn't mind if the Celestial Skies appoint a new God of War."

Luna Layla scolded. Anger clouded her mind. She wanted to step up and hit me again. This time, I can't let myself suffer. I backed away, dodging her slap. I shouted, "Luna Layla! Even though I'm a fake, I'm also Alpha Raymond's daughter; I'm the one who celebrated the wedding with Darian. You have no right to hit me like that arbitrarily!"

*Rosie Fay-Donovan* New York’s Annual Business Gala was an event my father made sure to attend every year while he was still alive. It was without a shadow of a doubt the best place to network, meet new people, and guarantee new investors and partners in the market. It wasn’t my cup of tea, but I couldn’t deny I liked the party mode. Champagne, great food, good music, elegant people—what’s not to like? Sure, most of those attending were arrogant sons of b*tches who thought they ruled the world just because they had money. That was where my family stood out from them.

Soon enough, shock gives way to excitement as I think about my future son and two daughters the the children of gods, who give birth much faster than humans, and Atia is the daughter of Hades, so in three months I'm going to be a father. I go back to my study and I see Irena waiting there "Irena start preparations for a ball to announce my wife's pregnancy the vassal states will arrive in two weeks plan the ball for the day after they arrive I want the whole Empire to know that I'm going to be a father I can hardly wait also inform my father and mother they should be the first to know let them know that I'm having triplets one will only be a descendant of Zues that will be my son and the ot

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

[Filming Log: 2025-03-06] A handwritten note filled the screen. [Charlotte's Bucket List:] [1. Go to a John Mayer's concert] [2. Plan my funeral] [3. See the ocean one more time] Off-camera, Elayne asked, "Wait, isn't John Mayer kinda old-school? Why him?" "When I was a kid, Dad used to sing 'Daughters' to help me fall asleep. He never got to see him live. So I'm doing it for him."

"That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this." ... The ballroom was warm and loud when I pushed through the heavy doors. Chandeliers blazed overhead. Father's cigar smoke curled toward the ceiling. They were celebrating—Bianca's confirmation as Blackwell heir, her takeover of the East Coast operations starting Monday. My arrival dropped the temperature in the room. Mother stood at the head table, champagne flute in hand. Her smile cracked when she saw me. "Gemma?" She set down the glass. Her hand landed on my drenched shoulder, light as dusting off a coat. "You're soaking. Why didn't you call ahead?"