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.

"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.

"Yvonne, will you be my girlfriend?" Yvonne covered her mouth with both hands, her voice trembling emotionally. "Yes... I will." I stood there alone, like I had been completely shut out of everyone's world. All this time, everyone thought Yvonne and I were biological sisters. Turns out I was the fake heiress all along. The room immediately erupted into whispers. "So Chloe is the fake daughter? No wonder she never looked anything like Yvonne." "And today of all days, she deliberately wore the same dress to show up here? What is she trying to do, embarrass herself?"

I smiled at my parents. "We lived together for so many years, I put in so much effort, but never made you feel happy. Now your biological daughter has returned, and you can finally experience happiness. How impressive." She shrieked, "What are you talking about? Of course we'll be happy, after all, we're truly family with blood bonds!" "If you say so. Why so defensive?" The pack council members conducting the ritual exchanged knowing glances. They were all my combat companions. They knew her habitual lies to trap families.

For a moment, her eyes flickered, as if she had just realized something. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew it! You've been reborn, too!" Then, she looked at me arrogantly. "Do you even know why you were able to come back to life? It's because you're my daughter! As the daughter of the heroine, even if you die a few times, you'll still keep coming back! Fate keeps giving us these second chances so we can finally find the perfect way to make your dad regret leaving me!" I could tell she had completely lost her mind. I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead.

“My daughter-in-law?” The voice greeted, seemingly very pleased with the fake soft tone. Helena remained silent without turning her body, letting the voice be heard again. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going shopping, honey?” Janet spoke again, chuckling softly. The tapping of high heels on the marble floor echoed there, it was very clear that Janet had come. Yes, who else would call Helena a daughter-in-law if not that woman? It seemed like Janet didn’t care about reality or what happened between them.

I'm the middle child. My older sister, Jessica Carter, is a straight-A student. My little brother, Tommy Carter, is the baby of the family. I'm the one everyone overlooks, yet Mom and Dad are always praising me in front of other people. "Riley is such an easy child. She never asks for new clothes and is perfectly happy wearing Jessica's hand-me-downs." "When there are only two pieces of bacon left at the table, she won't even reach for them. She just keeps her head down and eats her toast as if she hasn't noticed." "Jessica shuts herself in her room to study, and Tommy hogs the TV. But even at ten years old, Riley insists on doing the dishes and sweeping the floors. We can't get her to