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

He said, and I shook my head. “There is nothing that you are going to tell me that is going to justify the reason behind you killing my brother, Alaric.” I said, and he nodded, giving me a gentle smile. “What if I tell you that he almost killed my brother and sisters? Wanted to kill you? And has given your family your daughter’s coordinates?” He said, making my eyes widen in surprise. Kai and Dante looked at one another then at the man only for him to pull his phone out to show me a video. It was my daughter laying in a crib, in a different house, but her maids were still around her as bodyguards stood by the door.

Thea returned here with only one purpose in mind: to destroy what had once destroyed her. Madam Moore returned to the master bedroom, and it seemed that Bill, who was paralyzed in bed, sensed something. He asked her, "Has our daughter come home?" His eyes shimmered with a loving light. Madam Moore looked at him and nodded. "Um, yes, she came back." It was just that the daughter who came back was not the one he had expected. Madam Moore was afraid that Bill would get angry and worried, so she did not tell him the truth.

"Your grief is a premium asset. That moment when you looked at your parents and didn't recognize them? That’s going to be the climax of the first season. We’re thinking of calling it *The Daughter of Deletion*." I looked at my parents. They were standing by the minivan, their faces pale as they watched the holographic trailer of their daughter’s suffering. My mother was clutching her locket, her knuckles white. She looked at me, and I saw the horror in her eyes—not horror at the man in the suit, but horror at the fact that I was the "star" of this monstrosity. "You’re not people to him," Silas hissed, his obsidian form expanding, his blades sliding out of his wrists with a metallic *shink*.

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I

All I could see was my daughter and her beautiful smile, and then her dead body. “My daughter, Rudolf. Xyla and my daughter. My Angel. She….. she wanted to kill my daughter, but that b*tch…. Naomi killed her before that witch could…. They ….. they all want my daughter and Xyla dead, Rudolf. I can’t let this happen. I can’t let this happen in this life.” I almost roared in the end. The next second, my whole body shuddered hard when sparks jolted all over my body, and Xyla embraced me from behind.

(Kraltor Daughter) One shot straight on the temple, blast her brain out of the back of her skull, the sound of her dead boy fall to the floor silent the entire room. Jamy Kraltor can’t comprehend what is going on as her eyes just went wide because of what is going on around her and inside the room. Bodies and blood were all over, her son and daughter were dead and mercilessly killed, without a words of reason. Around her were scary people who just surrounded her and giving her contempt looks and disgust.

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.

And as I watched her sit there, quiet, composed, burning with something deeper than pain, I realized something. My daughter had just crossed a line. And there was no going back. I'm proud of her. Now that we're aligned to bruise the head of our enemy, we'll go at him with precision. Antonioni. But first things first. I need to uncover the mystery behind that girl's fire. Annabelle. I'd like to know more about her. And just when I remembered the deal with Khalid, I smiled for Antonioni. Seriously smiled.

BACK TO REALITY 2 ~MAYA POV ~ Day two was just gloomy. I woke up because my phone was buzzing against the floorboards. I reached down, my arm feeling like lead, and squinted at the screen. My head pounded. Two days of crying. I felt like I had the flu. Chloe. I stared at the name. My best friend. His daughter. The person I had betrayed in the worst possible way. "Answer it," the ghost of Silas said. He was leaning against the bedroom doorframe, drinking coffee from a mug that didn't exist. "Tell her what you did. Tell her you fucked her father while she slept down the hall."

"What are you getting to?" Chase gently removed my hand from his collar with a snide smile. "Do not pretend you don't know what I am saying, Alpha Killian," he mocked. "Mr Anderson gave her daughter to me before his demise. I bet you do not know that. Her father owed me a huge amount of money. Do you know the real father of your bride is a gambler?" He burst into delirious laughter. "He gave his daughter to me for losing. He is a loser, and his daughter is mine. Here, look at it."