The Lost Daughter Novels & Stories

She had a birthmark on her neck and a tuft of white hair on the back of her neck, between the base of her neck. So he had to find a person and solve another problem. - You know if you find my lost daughter, I could make a donation and enter into partnership with your company. - He proposed. That old wolf was Andalusian Di Luna... he was persuasive, he knew how to negotiate, all for his lost daughter. That was the mobster with white hair, red eyes, a vampire, his former wife, a wolf died of heartbreak in search of her daughter, who was never found.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

, Ethan whispered. Victor hesitated for a few moments. And then, “You were taken during an attack on the Cross estate. The estate was destroyed that night. Your parents fought to protect you. You were only five years old.” Ethan felt something cold settle in his chest. His nightmares started making sense now. Fragments returned to him. Fire everywhere. People screaming and running everywhere. A man lifting him. Running through the smoke. Pain tearing through his arms. Then silence. “I thought those were just nightmares.”

My bambiana is alive, i am getting her back . "Of course i would like to take in my daughter, that elena and her husband kidnapped my daughter and i have been searching her for years". "Very well she will be with you in few hours" with that i hung up. My Little Klara is coming home. After 11 years i am happy , I texted our family group to come to my office. Group-De LUCAS Leonardo-Everyone in my office in 2 minutes Aiden-yes dad Andrew-coming

"Just moments ago, you said she stole your daughter. You begged me to deliver justice on your behalf. And now, you say you didn't know?" Cedric bowed so low and so hard that his forehead split against the stone, and blood ran freely down his face. "I know what I've done! Please, I know what I've done!" Seraphina was still pinned to the ground, still struggling. "My daughter... My daughter... Give me back my daughter..." Mother spoke then, her voice quiet. "I buried the child outside the city walls. The headstone bears only the name 'Daughter of Sinclair.' If you wish to see it, I can have someone take you there tomorrow."

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.

What is going on? Suddenly Dr. Krauft is standing behind Leo-Dad with a gun pointed at his head. I'm so confused, a sob escapes past my lips and I feel hot tears on my cheeks. I look over to mom to ask what's going on, but it's not mom anymore. I don't know who she is. I startle awake and find I'm staring into green eyes. The same eyes of Not Mom. "Easy girl, easy." She places her palm on my forehead. "Must have been a pretty nasty dream. Howling like that." I feel peace as she stares into my eyes.

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."

“Who’s life did she save?” My father hesitated, then said the name like it burned to speak it. “A judge’s daughter.” Lucian inhaled sharply. My father continued, voice trembling. “The man who threatened Sophie… is the same man who attacked the judge’s daughter. Sophie stumbled onto it by accident. Her scream made him run. But he saw her face.” My entire world went white. “I don’t… remember…” My words came out broken. “You blocked it out,” my father whispered. “You were nine. Traumatized. Your mind shut it away.”

“I’m sorry to bring down the mood but…” “Oh not at all,” Dick assures me as he moves closer, leaning forward to rest his hand atop my own. I give him a warm smile in return. “Unfortunately, this tour isn’t all fun and games. There is another reason I’m taking Evenings with Enchantra on the road.” I take a deep breath. “I’ve also lost someone very dear to me.” “Can you pull up the image,” Dick motions to the crew. My face is replaced momentarily by Rosalynd’s senior class portrait. “This is my daughter, Rosalynd Grey. She’s disappeared without a trace. I’m afraid something terrible might have happened to her.”