Romans & histoires The Real Daughter Came Back To Chill And Kill

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.

After our parents ended their marriage, my sister and I became the children they passed back and forth between two packs. Every August, the leaders of the two packs sat down to decide where we would live for the coming year. Both our names were on the agreement, but there was only one daughter they ever fought to keep: my younger sister, Lena. Mom wanted to take her to the coast for the winter. Dad had already promised to spend the next full-moon celebration with her. In the end, they agreed to go together so Lena wouldn’t have to choose. When it was my turn, Mom suggested a school dorm. Dad reminded her that I wasn’t his responsibility that year. Neither of them asked where I wanted to go.

he begins to pour us both a drink "Alpha Carn has sent a group to infiltrate the pack, to leak what ever information they can gather on.." he pauses taking a shaking breath "..on my daughter." The room fills with hushed chatter as the Elders begin to grow tense. "Alpha.. Your child... is dead. I'm sorry, please forgi.." Elder Carson begins before Alpha Nico cuts him off "No!" He snaps "My daughter, is alive. And she lives here within the pack. She always has." He states as if a huge weight had finally been lifted

I hear Xavier’s harsh voice as he demands, “Where is she?” I roll my eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. On top of that, how would I know anything when I’m in here and the world continues on out there?” He growls, angry with me sassing him and he says, “Keep up with your smart mouth and I’ll let you go without food.” He suddenly appears in front of me as he peers down at my face. He spits on my forehead, but I don’t give him the pleasure of seeing me cringe in disgust. I keep my face neutral and he says, “I know your daughter is alive.”

he groaned angrily, throwing his hands in the air as he tried steadying his breathing. The raw fury returned, a desperate shield against her shame. She sat up, her body shaking, and screamed at him. “I am the daughter of the man you killed! I am the daughter of Vladimir Kalashnikov! I am Indie! And you... you killed my family! My father! My mother! I am the daughter of the man you killed!” The words hit him like a physical blow. He staggered back, his face a mask of profound shock. The rage in his eyes flickered, replaced by a dawning, terrible understanding. “This... this is what all these years of hate is for? You thought I killed them?”

"Every night. Every second. Watching you die." Clarice spat blood. "You won't kill me. You need me to find—" Yolanda's claws sank into her thigh, twisting. Clarice's scream shook the chandelier. "Where is she?" “Where is My Daughter?” Clarice spat another glob of blood onto the floor. "Dead, probably. Lucian took care of that days ago." The lie hung in the air for half a heartbeat before Yolanda's claws found Clarice's stomach, twisting slowly.

Real. Hope. Finding knife. Man entering. Threat. Her small hands. Sudden movement. Blood. Man falling. Hope—emotionless. Stepping over body. Hiding. Waiting for rescue. My daughter. Four years old. Already killer. Already monster. Already— I collapsed. Everything breaking. Everything false. Everything—

After my sister, Elina Spencer, died, I became her replacement. I copied everything she did and bent over backward to please them, all because I wanted to matter to them just a little more. But there was only ever room for Elina in their hearts. They never stopped reminding me that I was nothing more than her substitute, that I should never dream of taking her place. Then one day, Elina—the one everyone thought was dead—came back. At last, I was free. I left this world in peace. Only then did they regret everything. They cried as they chased after me, pleading for me to return, begging for my forgiveness. But I was already dead.

I look behind to see the scene of a woman lying on the ground, with blood spread all over her body. The woman moved to that girl's side and sat down, placing her head on her lap. ‘’ Sia, Momma is here. Open your eyes.’’ The little girl which was lying on her lap with the same white hair had closed her eyes and her lips were pale and dry. She stared back at me, with widened eyes. ‘’ You are the one who had killed her. You are her killer. Bring her back to life. Give her back to me. Give me back my daughter.’’

I wondered. "I need the blood of the one who killed my daughter, to bring her back to life. Give me your son, in exchange for your father's life." "What?" I repeated, not believing what I was hearing. Her eyebrow quirked. "Having second thoughts?" I shuddered involuntarily when her cold palm gently caressed my cheek, causing a deep frown to form on my face. For a moment I thought I saw her eyes soften, but it disappeared as quickly as it came as if it was never there. "That's too sad, sweetheart, nothing is going to save them anyway."