The Daughters Of Yalta Novels & Stories

I notice her lips twisting as if trying to find the most polite words to say to me. "I'm Vee," she said, finally extending her hand in a manner that said don't dare ignore my hand or I'll cut your balls. "Venera Rustik Yates." Her last name quickly registered, and her familiar face explained it. She had features like Viktor's, and her proud stance like her father. I had never gotten the chance to meet her at parties, and I think I could recall Viktor saying that he had a spoiled little sister who started a modeling career at the tender age of six who traveled around the world in her private plane for her projects. She was the daughter whom the Yates matriarch had died giving birth to. The Ya

And here he was, sitting across from me. "Your brother is married now," I forced the words past my teeth. "If you're not careful, he'll kill you if you come close to his pack." He squinted at me. "How do you know that he is married?" I leaned back and gave him a smile that wasn’t friendly. "Because I’m not the daughter of a Delta. I'm Yara Wilder, daughter of Alpha Viktor and Luna Elinor of Silver Moon Pack." His jaw went slack, then he started laughing like I'd just told him the funniest joke. "Who do you think you're lying to? An Alpha's daughter scrubbing floors and serving food like a common rat? Ha!"

My jaw dropped. The girl… was the Alpha’s daughter.

he immediately knelt infront of her. Yin Yue calmed down. "I am the daughter of General Jiang Lin.Merely taking their lives is not enough for me.I want them to suffer ,I want them to have the taste of betrayal,I want to disclose their conspiracy to the world and I want to restore my father's and my family's honor"she said with determination. Wang Wei was really surprised for a moment .Yesterday,she was a little girl,frozen with fear and shock but today she is issuing orders as if she is a general in army.

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

My father’s jaw tightened. “Sofia is not some girl,” he said. “She has been a DeLuca for fifteen years. She is my daughter. Yvette may share my blood, but she was raised somewhere else and brought back every bad habit that comes with it. She has done nothing since arriving but turn this house upside down.” I said nothing. Kane mistook my silence for guilt. He strode to the bed and pointed straight in my face. “What, no act this time? Listen to me. I don’t care what name you carry. Sofia is the only real daughter this family has. You? You’re poison.”

Rhoda sniffed, wiping off her tears. She walked out of the Alpha’s chambers, still sobbing. Her daughter was the only reason why she still had interest in living. Losing her was tearing her up slowly. Later that day, Alpha Kyle was having a meeting with the pack elders. They were seated at the conference hall. “My Alpha. It’s almost 6 months since we last got our freedom from the wicked Alpha Dane. I think it’s time Alpha Dane’s daughter gets introduced.” The first elder cleared his throat, and said.

"Weren't you the ones who killed her? "Why are you acting innocent? "You always knew I hated Estelle. You knew I went after her on purpose. You just pretended not to see it." A smile stayed on her lips, but her eyes were vicious. "From the day your real daughter came back, I treated her like a dog. "And you knew. "I drugged her water, fed her almonds even though she was allergic, and even used her blood as paint. "Mom, you used to say those paintings were beautiful. Remember?"

"Six grand isn't much for you, right? You love your daughters so much. You wouldn't play favorites, would you?" Mom opened her mouth, her face going from red to pale. She glanced around the room. Every relative was staring at her now—curious, suspicious, waiting. "I..." Her voice came out strained. "I'm in the hospital right now. Where would I even get that kind of money—" "No rush." I smiled. "I can wait until you're discharged. Or you can lend me six thousand from the twenty grand you gave Sophie. We're both your daughters. We should be treated the same, right?"