The General's Daughter Novels & Stories

By the time I got there, my girl was now standing at the top of the next flight of stairs. On and on this went until I reached the top floor. Though I could not see my girl anymore, I did hear the sounds of a struggle. I ran into the room where I had first seen her lovely face looking down on me through the window, and there was Jean and the General. The daughter was wearing the Hannya mask and had a knife to her father’s throat. From this angle, it looked as though the mask was sad, but once I entered and she faced me, the mask’s face became furious.

"I simply think I'm still needed in the military." "In that case," Ferdinand said with a sudden grin, "I'll find you a woman in uniform." A bad feeling shot up Murphy's spine. "Father, that won't be necessary--" "You don't need to worry about a thing. I've already chosen someone." Ferdinand waved him off like the matter was settled. "I've met the girl a few times. General Morton's daughter. A workaholic--just like you." Murphy couldn't shake the feeling that his father's smile carried calculations behind it.

Callan and I start to growl at her, her smile is vicious. “Are you boys looking for my daughter? She did not come home but, I will tell you now, she is not your whore! Go fuck a mutt! Leave her alone!” she snarls. I had a feeling that I might face her, my father warned me about her, her father had told him, that he had a daughter that went dark years ago. He gave me a pill with powerful magic that blocks a dark one's attack. She closes her eyes and starts chanting, as she is distracted, we decided to try and drive away. Suddenly we felt something pulling on the car. It feel as if something has attached an anchor to the car and turned us into sitting ducks.

The five SUVs that entered the city a day before were an escort for the leader of the branch who was ordered to lead the mission after the news of the recent incident that occurred. The door of Sector 85’s underground base opened and a man with a built body and a neatly cut beard stepped in. He was the leader of the Hunters of Sector 85. “What’s the progress?” His thick voice attracted the attention of everyone in the room. The second in command, Alice—the leader’s daughter—raised her head from the map she was focused on at the table. “We found Ruth but… but she escaped before we could get to her.” “And Dad… she wasn’t alone. She was being chased by another Alpha werewolf,” she moved closer

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

“But he’s not invincible. Stay back, Sophie. Protect the girls. Watch for openings.” Darius’s smirk returned as he gestured toward the scattered papers. “Curiosity… greed… desperation. All human traits. Your father had them. And so do you.” He moved closer, and my stomach sank. “What does he want from us?” I whispered, voice trembling. Lucian caught my hand, grounding me. “Not just from us… from your father’s past. He wants something Dad protected. Something powerful. And he believes you have the key.” Darius suddenly lunged again, faster this time, aiming to grab one of the envelopes containing my father’s most sensitive documents. Lucian intercepted, and the struggle became a blur of motio

He smiled at her with absolute meekness and then raised his eyes to his walk and moved away, leaving her at their mercy again, screaming full of her throat until she no longer had a voice crying out. the present: Lamara rose from her nap, screaming in her throat, "I'm Kira, Arsene's daughter, Stefan's sister, shepherd, and Damien's girlfriend....me....me...." Celine entered her terrified of her loud screams that filled the palace, and found her curled up in the corner of the room, covering her trembling body with her arms and screaming from her throat. She approached her to find that her wrists were covered in dark red blood, closer to black than to red.

The blisters were hardly visible now; it was like she couldn't even imagine I would notice them. Foolish woman. I notice everything that concerns her. There was too minimum redness on her pale fingers as she had them only between the tips of her index and middle finger. I looked at her contemplating and voiced my thought, "Don't say I don't trust you. It's clear there's nothing about you that isn't shady." She was now definitely being petty and stupid. You could take a look and ell she and Sandra was miles apart. But the only issue was how could she be the General's daughter? There was some intense investigation needed.