The Other Daughter Book Novels & Stories

It wasn't just a copy, it was exactly the same. How did this get here? She puzzled over the familiar book, glimpses of a childhood she couldn't remember slipping into her mind. An old folded note tucked right in the middle of the book caught her attention, and she gently unfolded it. Somehow, she was sure she was meant to find the note. Her blood ran cold as she read the content of the note, cold sweat springing up on her spine. The contents of the note was simple but ominous. “The sins of the father live in the blood of the daughter.”

There was only one way she could return which was the door, so I shut and bolted it which gave me some confidence on the task ahead. The book, as I had already examined was a thick volume, brown at the corners, indicating the age of the pages, I could easily backdate them to about sixteen years ago, around the time I was born. The cover had no caption, but on the inner leaf where the words in coarse writing: “The Life of Veronica” For her daughters Lettie and May.

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

“Apparently.” Seraphina smiled. “That’s why I always found you familiar.” The Book’s Warning The black book suddenly closed. Then it opened again. This time, the pages were turning rapidly. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Thousands of pages. Millions. Then the book stopped. A single sentence appeared. “THE FIRST DAUGHTER HAS AWAKENED.” Another line appeared. “THE FIRST MOTHER HAS REMEMBERED.” Then: “THE FIRST FATHER IS RETURNING.”

My father remains silent, waiting for her to babble and plead for mercy, she even goes so far as to offer him her pack if he lets her go free. The silence stretches on, broken by a knock on the door and Calista and Zac walk into the room, a stack of papers in hand. "Calista, your second daughter…" My father pauses, unsure of the name until Zac reminds him. "Yes, Gia. What is she doing with herself?" "She's just finishing her final year at university, why?" Calista replies, offering the stack of papers to my father which he refuses, pointing towards Cateline who's still cowering in the corner.

I turned and a strange woman stood there, her eyes fixed on me so hard my stomach twisted. “Can I speak to you for a second?” she whispered, glancing toward the children as though the walls had ears. I straightened, frowning. “Do I… know you?” Her lips trembled, but her words came steady. “No. But I know you. You’re the daughter of the Black family.” The stack of books slipped from my arms, thudding against the floor. It was as though the air had been sucked out of the room. “W…what?” My voice cracked, brittle and too loud. “The daughter of… who?”

I started putting my wet blonde hair into a bun over my head, as my father had instructed me to do, after my sister told him that she didn't like how my hair was always down. Oh wow, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Rowena Pierce, I’m the Beta’s daughter from the Silvermoon pack. I live in a family home with my parents, my two brothers, and my younger sister. As homey as that sounds, in the past, it was a lovely home. Still, everything changed the minute that my sister Mira was born with the same blonde hair as me; she became the apple of my family's eyes, and I'm the black sheep.

Her dad said, leading the way back to the living room. "No dad. Actually,I want to take my place as our family heiress. I want my identity revealed,I don't want to live in the shadows anymore,I want to be known as the only daughter of President Zander ; Lydia Zander !" President Zander paused, hearing that from his daughter, he turned back to look at her . Surely this woman standing before him isn't his daughter,the shy Lydia who didn't care about the family politics. He is seeing a brave and fearless woman who wants to lead, a woman filled with rage, a woman filled with passion to get what she wants.

Bryan’s remark annoyed me to no end. I was wrong about him. He hit on Mom, and it was not recent, either. Mom pushed me to the ground, the broken shard on the floor piercing into my back. An excruciating pain washed over me. Without looking at me, Mom cupped Bryan’s face between her hands. “Does it hurt, Bryan? Let me blow the pain away.” They made me sick to my stomach. Despite her years on earth, Mom lost all reason and turned against me, her daughter, for a man.

Besides, you're a girl, and she has a son to inherit the family business. "She doesn't care about you at all. Only someone as stupid as you thinks she treats you like her own daughter!" Blood trickled from the corner of my lips, but she was not finished. She picked up her phone and dialed my dad's number. "Connor! Bring that homewrecker here, or I'll push her off this cliff!" I turned my head away, not wanting to listen to her manipulations. However, she did not seem bothered and took a photo of me to send to my dad.