The Real Daughter Came Back To Chill And Kill Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I’m certainly not leaving you in a basement." ​The figure in the corner stepped into the light, and the grey static on its face began to resolve into features. It didn't choose the face of a monster. It chose the face of Killian’s father—the Alpha Emeritus I had been accused of poisoning 150 chapters ago. ​"Welcome home, daughter," the Echo said. "The harvest is finally ready for the reaping."

her voice broke and she fell silent brfore picking up again. "She came to kill me. My daughter ...... was sent to kill me. My own daughter!!" she screamed, the tears she had fought so hard to hold back, now rolling down her cheeks. I was completely stunned- didn't know what to say- how to react. "Our daughter did what?" I let out in disbelief, my heart dropping. Our daughter had become a killer? For a second, I thought I had heard wrongly- hoped I was mistaken. But the way her voice shook- the way she sobbed harder, made me realize everything was real.

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.”

she said. Dust filled the air. Visibility dropped instantly. The tunnel was dying now. Rapidly. Alessio shouted something I couldn’t hear clearly over the collapse. Marco was pulling me backward. Bianca’s silhouette remained visible through the dust. Watching. Waiting. Then she said something that pierced through everything: “Dad is waiting at the Core Chamber.” My blood ran cold. Then— she smiled one last time. And added softly: “He wants to meet his real daughter.” And the tunnel collapsed completely.

Mila chuckled as Dante disappeared into the darkness. Before Mila could leave Damen spoke up. "Wait Daria's not actually dead?" He asked and Mila smirked. "Of course she's not, She is my daughter after all." Was all Mila said before she too disappeared in smoke. Damen and Deo just sat there. What the fuck actually happened? Did their mother really just kill their father? Does this mean now that their Alpha's of the Empire for good. But before Damen could get too excited, the boys heard a groan and they looked at their father. He was starting to move. Rushing over to him, they helped him sit up. He rubbed his head a bit and looked to be completely out of it.

Lucian kicked the hidden door open. Stairs spiraled down into darkness. The bond screamed louder with every step. I was shaking now…..not from fear. From rage. We reached the chamber as chanting filled the air. My daughter lay at the center of a glowing circle, eyes closed, blood smeared across her small arm. Finn was chained nearby, fighting, snarling, his power flaring violently. “FIA!” I screamed. Her eyes flew open. “Mama,” she cried. Something inside me snapped completely.

Her parted lips held no smile. The family was at loss, they did not know what to do. They did not know if they had to call the police. How were they supposed to tell the cops that their daughter was killed by a supernatural? How would they explain the ancient looking sword that was embedded in her chest? Victor sobbed again and the others followed. When they thought there was no hope, a faint glow lit Alexa’s heart. “Vic-Victor, look!” Amanda shook Victor pointing at their daughter. They watched with wide eyes as her entire body glowed. “Oh, my God! She’s coming back. The mark is working.”

I held his gaze once more, completely unaware of why he was looking at me like that all of a sudden. “Fay… As in Colby Fay? Are you… Are you his daughter?” Mason barked out a laugh, so loud I flinched. “Look at that, Milo.” He turned to look at his brother, patting him on the shoulder. “She’s the White Fox’s daughter. So, the rumors were true, eh? Feck, your old man did sell you out.” I clenched my fists by my side, not wanting them to know they had hit a sensitive spot. If this were any other moment in the past, I would have snapped at them immediately. But now that Archie and I were on good terms, it didn’t bother me anymore.

"Don't play dumb with me. You didn't say it yourself — you used your husband to do it for you. Very clever. I underestimated you." "I genuinely don't know what you're talking about." "Still acting? Mrs. Moss told me everything. You came over last night and had Lucian make a whole show of your hand on purpose." I frowned. Mrs. Moss again. I'd forgotten about her — technically the housekeeper, functionally Vanessa's informant. Whatever she'd relayed to Vanessa had definitely been dressed up along the way. Vanessa was talking fast, like a storm with a fire inside it. "Mom and Dad sat me down and told me I'd gone too far. That you're their biological daughter and I need to remember that."

The faintest glint of recognition flickered in her gaze. "Someone who has watched you destroy everything in your path. Someone who learned from your mistakes. Someone who doesn't plan to let you off that easy. I am the daughter you killed a witness of your crimes,you thought I died that night together my family?" Helen's stomach churned, unease crawling through her as the woman finally revealed herself. Her features were sharp and cold, the fire in her eyes unmistakable. This was no ghost. This was a woman who was here for retribution. "You’re…" Helen began, her mind whirling, trying to put a name to the face before her. "I thought you were gone. but you're. alive." The woman nodded slowly,