The Real Daughter Came Back To Chill And Kill นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

James head jerked in her direction but a warning glare from Avery was all it took for him to oblige, with a small groan he turned his head and locked his eyes with mine. ~FLASHBACK~ ”She’s in there.” ”What do we do?” Someone hissed on the other side of the door. The room was spinning and sweat was dripping down my body. My lips were dry and my breathing rasped my throat. ”We kill her,” a man said. It wasn't just any man, it was my father. I recognized his voice. Who were they killing? ”It’s your daughter, Douglas. And it’s my niece. Raven would never allow it. You do not kill her, you use her.”

A demon emanate from behind him and said,”musk, why do you have to kill your daughter to unleashed your anger on this kingdom? “Mind you, I never do!” He said with fury. “Remember before she fell down you have offered her a drink which she gulped down. That gives you the access to get into her brain, and you get to manipulate her mind and then use your magic in making her to lose her steps.” “Have you come to give me the documentary of my life? So what? I killed my daughter to be able to execute my plan.” “You and I'm aware that she is not your real daughter. She was the real sister to Lucas, I hope when he finds out, you wouldn't have to be a weakling by then.” The demon said to him.

"You're wrong. No matter how much this world tries to stop me—no matter how you try to erase or alter my memories—you'll never win as long as I still remember Mary." Gabriel subconsciously took a step backward and released his hold on my wrist. "Where are you going?" he roared. "I already told you that you're not allowed to go anywhere without my permission!" Just then, the interrogation room door slammed open. The young police officer looked ecstatic as he dashed into the room, breaking up the suffocating confrontation between Gabriel and me. "We've found her, Ms. Wilson! We found your daughter on the amusement park's surveillance footage!"

I had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."

he explained as I gave his phone back with my number in it. When he got in the driver's seat I waved to my daughter and watched him pull off. I took a deep breath and tried to shake off my weird smile. Then, I walked into Tillie’s unit and she was waiting for me on the couch. “So what’s up?” I asked. “Brooklyn was killed last night.” Oh shit.

At Serena Vale’s succession ceremony, her four adoptive fathers ask her to let Lillian wear her late mother’s moon crown for ten minutes. Eighteen years ago, Serena’s mother, the greatest warrior of Moonridge Pack, died protecting their people. Before her death, she entrusted Serena to Alpha Darius, Beta Julian, Gamma Marcus, and Delta Ronan. The four men swore a father-daughter bond before the Moon Goddess, raised Serena as their own, and named her the pack’s future Alpha. They once stayed beside her through every fever, learned to braid her hair, treasured every drawing she made, and guarded her door during storms. Then Lillian arrived. Whenever the two girls wanted the same thing, Serena

The picture I wanted was at the top, courtesy of one of the phone calls I did before coming here. “Here.” I turned my phone so she could get a glimpse of her daughter, healthy, smiling, and very much alive. Verna broke down in sobs. All her bravado left her as her face crumbled into grief of not knowing that the daughter she was avenging all this time was still alive. And there was no doubt she was the product of Sokolov genes and Verna’s young beauty.

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

“Where’s the money? Hand it over, and I guarantee this case won’t come back to haunt you.” Silence fell inside the room. Then, the man’s voice rose again in disbelief. “You bitch! You actually…” The sound of a blade stabbing into flesh rang out repeatedly. His voice weakened. “Please let me go. I won’t expose you.” Wendy’s voice was calm, chillingly so. “I only trust the words of the dead!” The summer evening was stiflingly hot, yet Mom felt a bone-deep cold creeping through her body. Only then did she finally realize the daughter she had loved all these years was a cold-blooded monster who killed without hesitation.