The Pilots Daughter の小説・ストーリー

“We are all in this together.” “There is still one more thing that confuses me,” I said and looked at Mommy. “I met Pricila Flerry. She is one of my pioneer customers at SweetHeart and when she learned that I am your daughter, she said that it was Dad’s fault that we never had a chance to meet her. That Dad conspired against her and forced her to live only inside Yain City.” They didn’t say anything. They just cupped her face while shaking her head.

Since Salvador received the first military report, his blood had been boiling with excitement. "Carissa Sinclair, Hector Sinclair's daughter, the legitimate heiress of the Duke of Northwatch—who knew she would be so outstanding? She's even surpassed Aurora Yates!" When Salvador got the news that Ilyrian had been captured, he slapped the table and laughed with wild joy. "Excellent! A general's daughter is never weak!" He immediately summoned Jeremiah and Davis to show them the victory report. Jeremiah was so moved, tears welled up in his eyes.

The news of his daughter's life in danger caused a rush of adrenaline. “Your daughter challenged a Century old warrior to a contest and what do you think would happen?” Alpha Kasper snapped at him. He felt little before other Alphas who stood elegantly with their mates. All these wouldn't have happened if Chelsea only listened to him. “My daughter is a warrior and masters the sword act excellently. How can anyone defeat her in a contest and reduce her to the point of almost losing her life?” Beta Night barked. He is so confident of his daughter's skills.

I needed to tell them what had happened, needed to let them know that their own daughter had tried to have me kidnapped. "Mom, Dad," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "You won't believe what Annabelle just did." And with that, I told them everything – the attempt at kidnapping, the hatred in her eyes, the spew of insults. I knew that this would change everything between us, that this would forever be a mark on our relationship. But I didn't care – Annabelle had gone too far, and I wouldn't stand for it. As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would our parents stand by their daughter, even through something as heinous as this? Or would they see the truth,

“You need to be strong now, Lolita. Stronger than you’ve ever been. For yourself, for your daughter, for me.” “You never needed me to lead you to Marlowe,” I call after him. “You knew where he was. Why are you doing this?” I see him lift the wad of tissues to his mouth, see his shoulders hunch into a cough. That sob that’s been living in my chest escapes through my throat. “What do you want me to do?” I cry out. “What do I need to do to get my daughter back?” Just then the tower lights go out. I look up, and as I do, the runway lights go dark. The plane is gone; the pilot must have moved into the hangar, because I never heard it take off again. The only lights come from the headlights of the

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

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

LEON'S POV: Bandit lurched forward in my head, causing a deep growl to erupt from my chest. “Oh, calm down. I knew Lucy when we were kids. My mom was friends with the late Luna. Sometimes Luna would let me and Lucy play when Kragen was out on business,” Tricia explained. One hand rested on her hip, and her eyebrows raised at me. “So, you’re saying that Lucy is the Alpha's daughter?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"I remember that funeral." "We all believed you were gone." The woman stopped a few feet away. "That was the idea." Julian walked forward. His expression remained respectful. "Welcome back, Director." Nick frowned. "Director?" Julian nodded. "She is the founder of the Phoenix Alliance." The woman looked at Nick. "And you must be David's son." Nick stepped closer to his father. "I am." She smiled warmly. "You look just like him." David finally found his voice. "Stay away from my son."

I finished. The baby let out a delighted squeal as one of Aria’s butterflies landed briefly on her tiny hand, dissolving into warmth rather than light. Adrian laughed under his breath, his expression soft in a way that still caught me off guard sometimes. He knelt beside his wife, who sat comfortably on the couch, her strength fully returned now, her eyes bright with contentment as she watched their daughter. Adrian brushed a strand of hair from Elena’s forehead, reverent, awed. “She’s perfect,” he murmured. “And already ready for adventures.”