The Real Daughter Came Back To Chill And Kill Novels & Stories

Her father also tried to rush in to save his daughter from the raving lunatic, but, Lucille blurred towards him, holding him still. "I'm sorry I have to do this." Crimson bled into her eyes and she spoke, "forget about your daughter. From now on, she doesn't exist and she means nothing to you." She compelled him. One last tear of sorrow fell from his eyes for his daughter. The old man nodded and moved to a side, he stared as his already forgotten daughter got drained of her blood. He held her still as he fed on her. Her blood wasn't enough to fill the vacuum the other girl who'd nearly died in an accident had created.

When they saw their daughter tied to the autopsy table, the chief prosecutor, Davin Elkin, and his wife, Portia Elkin, broke down completely. “Ms. Lance, your daughter committed suicide. What gives you the right to kidnap mine? She’s only eight! “You’re a parent too. How could you be so cruel?” The police officers standing behind Davin urged me to calm down. My colleagues also pleaded with me not to throw away my future in a moment of confusion.

Once freed, Jill and Molly fell to the ground, gasping for air like fish out of water. Jill was terrified and sobbing aggrievedly. "Dad, why are you doing this to me? I'm your daughter! It was Janice who killed Grandma! Why aren't you dealing with her? Instead, you came after Mom and me! D…don't tell me that she had seduced you just because she's worried that she would be kicked out!" Jill's sobs attracted pity from the public. Soon, many believed her explosive news. "This family is a mess! The father didn't even check in on his daughter and wife when he arrived, yet he tried to strangle them."

If trading my life meant she could live, I would jump out of the window without a second thought. From the twenty-seventh floor, there would be no chance of survival. I sank my teeth into the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming. However, the killer on the other end of the line had noticed me. “This stupid witch has been on the phone the whole time!” It was a voice I had never heard before. It was the voice of a woman! The realization hit me like ice water and made it hard to breathe. My heart was racing. Two people had killed my daughter!

Inside the dwelling, Isolde froze briefly before obeying almost immediately, her frantic breathing struggling to steady itself as Fiora remained beside her, helping guide the child through the final moments of birth while another scream tore from Isolde’s throat, her body arching slightly from the pain as Fiora carefully lifted her gown higher, her focus fixed entirely between Isolde’s trembling legs. “Almost there,” Fiora urged quickly, panic and hope mixing inside her voice as she reached forward carefully with both hands. “I can see the head.” "Werwolves... Over there," a soldier shouted from the distance while pointing directly toward us, his voice slicing sharply through the chaos as Lu

I cried even more. "Please don't hurt my daughter" "Mommy please don't cry" Serafina said trying to clean her tears and get on her feet from the fall she had. "Kill the woman and I will kill the daughter", the calm man said impatiently And before I could say anything, I heard a loud sound and when I looked down I could see blood flowing from my stomach down the floor. "Pl..ease do... don't kill m...my daugh...ter", I said before looking at my little princess one last time.

The author's tone was completely nonchalant as they continued, "That's right. The daughter's dead. To be honest with you, my father treats me really well. He was willing to sell off his daughter with his legally wedded wife for my sake. "I also suffered from a kidney condition when I was a child. Fortunately, my father exchanged my faulty kidney with his dead daughter's. I mean, I might as well take advantage of her functioning organs since she was destined for death, no? "Oh, that's right. If you want to accuse me of being immoral, isn't my fake mother even more of a sinner? She usurped my mother's rightful place for so many years just because she looks a little similar to her. Her daughter

I wanted to see how well that loving mother and daughter would manage once their financial backbone—me—was gone. Mira fell silent for two seconds on the phone, then asked in disbelief, "You’re really not going to deal with your mom and sister anymore?" There was excitement and relief in her voice. I let out a long breath and nodded. "That’s right. I’m done." The moment I said it, it felt like a massive shackle had fallen off my body. I felt lighter, so much lighter. Even the heavy gloom that had weighed on me since returning home suddenly lifted, replaced by a strange sense of clarity.

“Shut the fuck up and do exactly as I say, or you will join her right here on this road. Do you understand me?” Greg nodded frantically, fresh tears spilling down his face. When she released him, his voice came out broken and small. “Why would you kill your own daughter? Why would you do something so evil?” She smiled coldly. “First of all, she is not my real daughter. Secondly, that girl could send me to prison for life but you don't understand what's happening so shut your mouth and act like none of this happened.” She reached back into the car and pulled out a sleek black handgun, the metal gleamed dangerously under the headlights.

Behind the walls, men in black suits shouted orders, “Get the Daughter of Sylvia Villareal! Don’t let her escape!” The Montalbans. Even back then, their name was whispered with dread. I clutched my doll tightly, trembling, when suddenly a girl appeared from behind the fence, a girl about my age, dressed in a white nightgown, her hair tangled and her face streaked with dirt. Her eyes were cold and strange, so full of anger it didn’t look like she was a child at all. “You’re the reason my father’s men are dying,” she said, her voice breaking but venomous. “Your mother killed them!”