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

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.

My feet pounding the rhythm along with the drums. “Oh devoted Ahlai, Oh devoted Ahlai, Your son is Alpha Lunar Storm, your pack’s weakness did die! You saved them with a blessing gifted from most high!” The singers trumpet. The beat a gleeful celebration of Alpha Rezaor’s triumph with no acknowledgement that Ahlai’s father is the one who is dead or that her son was the result of forcible mating. I happily dance. I am a puppet on the stage, doing as is required of me. Dead inside. The happiness just a mask for my disdain.

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

Because when I looked at him… He was smiling, He was Not angry, not outraged. He was just Smiling. “Well…” he said slowly, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on Chelsea. “This is… unexpected. But not unwelcome.” Confusion rippled through the hall. “After all,” he continued, his tone almost warm now, “a daughter we believed lost has returned to us. And not empty-handed, but with a miracle.” My brows furrowed. A daughter? Chelsea was half Lycan and of corrupt blood according to him.

Why doesn’t it sound true then? “you need to remember the reason you sought them out. the reason you killed that brooding boy’s family for. You killed the mother and two sisters in cold blood just so you can get in their lives. That’s who you are, daughter. You came here for a reason.” She knows everything, there is nothing to hide from her. but hearing her remind me of all that I have done, makes me realize that I don’t stand a chance with the boys anyway because the second they know what I have done, I am dead. So why not go on with my old ways?

My marks are everywhere: red bites on her throat, fingerprint bruises on her hips, faint handprints on her ass where I spanked her until she begged for more. She looks wrecked. Beautiful. Mine. I don’t move. Just watch her chest rise and fall, slow and steady, like she’s sleeping off a war she started and I finished. My cock twitches against my thigh just looking at her, remembering how she looked riding me, head thrown back, moaning “Daddy” like it was the only word she knew. The guilt hits like a fist to the chest. She’s twenty-two. She’s Valentina’s daughter. I fucked her raw on my bed, came inside her while she screamed my name, and now she’s sleeping in my sheets like she belongs here.

Callan and I start to growl at her, her smile is vicious. “Are you boys looking for my daughter? She did not come home but, I will tell you now, she is not your whore! Go fuck a mutt! Leave her alone!” she snarls. I had a feeling that I might face her, my father warned me about her, her father had told him, that he had a daughter that went dark years ago. He gave me a pill with powerful magic that blocks a dark one's attack. She closes her eyes and starts chanting, as she is distracted, we decided to try and drive away. Suddenly we felt something pulling on the car. It feel as if something has attached an anchor to the car and turned us into sitting ducks.

"You get them to safety. Promise me." "As you wish, your Majesty." The Valkyrie pounced on my mates and I ripped my hand from Caspian's, sprinting to the edge of Katharine's power. I heard them scream my name. Heard Caspian cursing each one of my girls and Julian roaring that they were dooming me. Mikaela cried, her sobs almost breaking her chest open. But I focused on my daughter instead. On the power vibrating off of her in great waves. "It is you and me until the very end, baby girl."

“Shouting won’t bring her back.” I paled as I heard that. “Mum, Dad,” I said quietly, but everyone froze and listened. “In the fight. I was told that two people died, but that nobody was sure who they were. Who was it, Mum? Who died, Dad?” I asked, my voice cracking with unshed tears. “Arienne –“ my mum said, but Ryna shouted over her. “It was Ayon,” she spat, half-sobbing. “It was my daughter, and it should’ve been you.”

I could only wonder why she was like this. I took a step back until my back hit a chair. She leaned towards me, “You, how did it feel, over 21 years and no one found out, you disgusting murderer,” she pulled away and studied my eyes. The hair in my hand all stood, and I placed my hand on her chest before pushing her away. She kept a straight face, “Are you not afraid of Karma? You tried to kill my daughter, killed my sister, and you also attempted to kill Julia.” There was a pause, and she twisted her lips as though the next words were sour.