The General's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Move, move, move. I want every man and woman free there right now; we must save her," Collin ordered over the address system. All soldiers, as they called themselves, began to move towards the exit. While some took cars and moved to the destination that had now been sent to their smartwatches, some took the running approach. Soon the hideout of the cartel was surrounded by all the soldiers waiting to save the daughter of the leader. Everyone addressed Una as the daughter of the leader. Only a few of the people who still worked at the agency knew that Una was not the child of Collin but the child of the best soldier who was killed brutally.

Her relatives like uncles, aunts, grandparents only know her name but not how she looks, so no one except the Zanders know the only daughter's face. Lydia brought out an envelope from her purse, she unwrapped it bringing out a card from the envelope. The Black card with a golden arrow on it. This card is exclusively for the Zander family and her having this black card means, she is… Immediately, the soldiers sighted the black card, they all saluted her and ordered the gate to be opened. The soldiers stood still as she drove in, they all dropped their hands from their forehead when she was gone. "My baby, " A woman in her early fifties said immediately Lydia came down from the car. She had be

Her father once served under General Sinclair, that is, until he lost a leg in battle and was sent home with a pension. "Later, he recommended his daughter for the army. Folks didn't think much of her at first, but it turns out that she's as fierce as a thunderstorm. During the bandit raids, she charged straight into their den and cut off the leader's head with her own hands. Marched back to the capital in glory." At the mention of Hector, all eyes turned to Carissa. Her gaze darkened. "She's the lady general from my dream." A hush fell over the group.

She felt it looked distasteful. A few minutes later, a fussy weepy Lady Lucia put Astra in the carriage and Sal took the spot at the front with the horses and the coachmen. The General was giving him strict instructions instead of saying goodbye to his daughter. Summer kept her eyes away from Maven as he gave Astra a brief hug. The General suddenly appeared in front of her. "Summer. I trust you to keep my daughter safe. With your life." he said sternly without a flicker of emotion.

However, the small child frowned in response. We found ourselves in my secret hiding spot, and I hadn't realized that she had followed me there. As the son of Zeta, one of the four war generals of the Crimson Blood Pack, I received direct orders from the Alpha in times of conflict. While the Alpha had the authority to declare war, the Zeta commanded the army and strategize for battle. They also groomed potential candidates for future leadership roles, such as Eta or Epsilon. "Do you think I'm joking? Or perhaps you believe it's a jest because I'm ten years younger than you?" I snapped out of my reverie as the little girl's feet stomped on the ground. It seemed I had managed to annoy her.

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.

I wanted to go find the butler and ask for a roll of bandages, but when I pushed open the basement door, I realized there were guests on the first floor. Father sat on the sofa while Bianca leaned against him. Across from them sat the Donna of the Moretti family. With a smile, she asked, “Don Vitale, as the youngest don among the five families, you must be incredibly busy. How did you raise Miss Bianca so well?” Father wrapped an arm around Bianca’s shoulders, his tone so gentle that it hardly sounded like the man I knew. “Bianca has always been sensible. She’s my only daughter, so no matter how busy I am, I always make time for her.”

It’s cruel, but it’s necessary for survival. When the girl goes silent once more, I find myself drowning in self-pity and doubt. My heart trembles in my chest with each beat. Wolf killed the general and his wife and his son and his daughter maybe. She said this. It’s funny how she doesn’t know I am the general’s daughter and I am sitting in front of her in this moment. Perhaps, she wouldn’t have disclosed all this information to me if only she knew she was talking about my family being murdered.

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.

“My patience is wearing thin.” “She tried to kill me!” I shout, glaring at Zev. “And he still doesn’t know what Kira is—” “Alyssa. Enough.” The general’s voice drops, low and dangerous now. Zev looks between us, confused. “Stop what? Father, what do I not know?” “Not now, Zev,” the general growls. Everything inside me twists with emotion. Fury, confusion, sorrow. But the general looks at me then—really looks—and something shifts in his eyes. A kind of clarity. A kind of purpose.