Novel & Cerita The Real Daughter Came Back To Chill And Kill

I turned to him. “Is that why you insisted on coming here to come play with girls and run oil on their infected skin? Do you want me to get infected?! Do you know who I am?” I yelled and strutted off without hearing him say another word. “I know who you are, Jasmine. Stop yelling.” Carlos stood up and came after me. I didn’t let him say whatever was on his mind as I slammed the door close and walked back to the room. I took my laptop and concentrated on my work. A message came from my father that he would be meeting the Queen of England to decide somethings that needed to be changed.

He was relieved that his pack was safe, and that his daughter had stood by them. "I'm always on your side, Dad,"his daughter said, smiling. "Even I need to kill your mother?"he asked. "My mother is Riana. Will you kill her?"his daughter asked her, smiling. "I love Riana so much. But how about Zillah?"he asked. "I never recognized her as my mother. I don't want to be like her. I want to save those innocent people," his daughter replied. Alpha Killian was so proud after hearing his daughter's response. He was so determined to fight the battle and win it. He gathered all the members of his pack and discussed the plan.

After the college entrance exam, my sweet, well-behaved daughter suddenly turned into a monster. She stabbed the grandmother who had raised her with her own hands over and over again, leaving her to bleed to death. She threw her little brother, who had always adored her, straight off the tenth floor. My husband and I were horrified. We begged her to stop, our voices shaking. But she only laughed like a maniac. “Grandma and my brother were too good to me. That's exactly why they had to die! “And you two worked yourselves to the bone to support me, pay for my schooling, and give me a good life. You were good to me too. “So you have to die as well!” Then she set the house on fire with

“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!”

"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.

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.”

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,

Excitement pervades me, expecting some cheesy lines from it but instead of butterflies in my stomach, terror slowly fills me as soon as I read it. “So, the daughter of Jera Young was still alive huh? Should I just bomb the whole Coleman Empire to get rid of you? For sure you’ll turn into ashes after that.” ~ M .C