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

Ruth screamed and threw her phone away as if it were cursed. Sherrie jerked awake, startled. “Mom? What’s wrong?” Ruth rushed toward her and pointed at the cot, her face pale with fear. “Your dad. Your dad is alive. No. He is not alive. His spirit came back to find me.” Sherrie looked at her strangely. Then she walked over and picked up the phone. Ruth immediately shrank back, as if she were afraid Nelson would crawl out of the screen. Sherrie turned the phone toward her and scrolled up and down. “There is nothing here, Mom. You are just too stressed.”

"If you purge the system, you destroy the only bridge keeping your daughter alive in this reality! She vanishes when the loop closes!" ​I looked down at my hand resting on the glass. ​I looked at the countdown flashing red on the wall: 00:01:45. ​Upstairs, my daughter was waiting in a concrete bunker, holding a pink sweater and praying for her mother to come home. ​I didn't care about iterations. I didn't care about timelines, or saved humanity, or my father's grand design. ​I pulled my hand away from the kill switch, drew my sidearm, and pointed the barrel directly at the central core processor.

“Everything is already under control.” “You better hope so,” Natalie replied coldly. “I didn’t come this far just to lose everything because of one stupid mistake.” The fake chuckled. “You mean Chloe?” The moment I heard Chloe’s name, my stomach twisted violently. Natalie’s face darkened instantly. “Don’t mention her name casually,” she snapped. “My daughter died because of that bitch.” My chest tightened. Daughter? I stopped breathing. “She was careless,” the fake replied lazily as he pulled Natalie closer. “That’s not my fault.”

"A wolf claiming to be Sera Redthorn. Your daughter. Aged twenty years. And she says she's come to kill everyone who failed to prevent the war that destroyed her childhood." Through the bond, Marina felt Silvain's shock matching her own. Their daughter. From another timeline. Coming to murder them all.

His daughter is worthless so it’s better I tell him now, I don’t want him having hopes of her coming to save him; that’s if he even knows who I am talking about. "I did a pretty good job eleven years ago. I remember how I faked killed you" I air quoted "I planned it so perfectly and it went exactly the way I wanted it to go. Your stupid wife was blamed for your murder and with a blink of an eye she was killed." I said snapping my finger "I guess that is what I will do to your daughter, because, out of nowhere, she decided to come here. I still can not believe that she is Milan’s daughter. I never thought she or anyone from the past would come back. I mean, Victoria never came back." I stated

she said sarcastically. Shit!. Is this his daughter? this voice doesn't sound girlish, it sounds manly, she must be a badass now. I'm damn scared right now. "And...and...and.. so what?, did you hear I'm all out looking for you?, welcome back bitch and get ready to go and meet your family soon" I said trying to hide my fear, the next thing I heard was her evil laughter. "Mr Williamson the great killer, you tried and I'm happy to tell you that I'm here in Georgia, with your 18 years old daughter, wife and son, how good will it be if I send their pictures in the pool of their blood to you" she said sternly.

I boomed, letting anger surge through every pore in my body. Caleb sat down on the edge of the bed, looking exhausted. "I'm just as confused as you are. But then the most surprising thing is how he came through the main door and locked it from inside." He said in reference to the video. "Who was assigned to be Sonia's maid?" I inquired. "Should be the lady who carried Star in her arms when we came in," Caleb responded. "I need her right this minute." Standing up, I paced the room impatiently. This is the most confusing state I have ever been in my whole life. How can someone who had been proclaimed dead for a long while now suddenly show up? And not just that, he came back to kill his own da

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.

It just suddenly felt like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and I wasn't in the mood to take shit from anyone today, but I still swallowed my response. He was facing me fully now, his arms folded like he thought he was the king of some shitty little kingdom. “The killer’s daughter,” he said again, slower this time, like he was trying to make the words sink in deeper, like he wanted them to rot under my skin. “Didn’t think I would ever see you in person. Must be hard, walking around with that name. Makes you wonder how people can sleep next to you at night, not knowing if they’ll wake up with a knife in their back.”

"This isn't my daughter!" She whirled around to look at Dad, a crazed look in her eyes. "We both know we were supposed to have a son. In our previous life, only our son survived; our daughter was aborted months ago!" Her voice pitched into a screech so sharp it felt like a physical assault on the ears. "This baby isn't mine! This is that vile creature! He must've found a way to squeeze my daughter out so he could reincarnate as a girl. He came back to get revenge on us!"