Novel & Cerita The Society's Pet Daughter

Taking a pause to let it sunk in, Madam Astor continued, "There is news circulating in the society that your fiancé had finally acknowledged you so she is going to be a little fierce. Don't be impolite. Although that young man hardly takes anyone into account, your future Mother-in-law hadn't ruled the upper society for years for nothing. Her approval is important for you." "The botox bitch is petty and spoilt to tell you the truth and if she hates someone she will use even the last of her toenail to make that person's life miserable. Her son is her most treasured asset and you are in a position to compete for his affection. I am telling you this because you are on her red list and step or n

When I was three, a fortune-teller ran his hand over my skull and said, "This girl was born unlucky. Money will never stay with her. "Give her no more than $6.60 a year. One cent more, and she'll pay for it with her life." So every birthday, my card held the same thing: a crumpled five-dollar bill, a one-dollar coin, and sixty cents in change. My adopted younger sister, Sophie, was different. Her birthday cash could cover an entire bed. I cried and threw tantrums. I even snatched one of Sophie's envelopes, the one with $660,000 in it. That same night, I broke out in hives from head to toe, went into respiratory failure, and ended up in the ICU. It took three days to save me. When I wok

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

Seven years after reuniting with my biological family, everyone in the Morgan family still hated me. My parents couldn't stand me. No matter how hard I tried, they just told me that I could never quite shake off my poor upbringing. In their eyes, I'd never be as graceful or well-mannered as the daughter they'd raised in my place. My older brother blamed me for sending her away for an entire year after I first showed up. So when she finally moved back into the family's mansion, he guarded her like a watchdog, constantly hovering around her as if I'd bully her the second he turned his back. Even my little brother, the boy I'd practically raised myself, said she was the sister he'd always dr

"Comes home from college and steals her best friend's man. Sounds like a real stand-up mate." "Watch your tongue," Pete growled from the shadows near the door. He stepped forward, his presence filling the space, and Jenny flinched. "My daughter didn't steal anything. The bond doesn't ask permission. It doesn't check relationship status. It recognizes, and it binds. You know this, Jenny. Your own parents were bonded the same way, your father was engaged to someone else when your mother walked into Henderson's Gas Station." Jenny's face reddened, but she didn't argue.

“You helped him. You lied to me. Again.” Elena nodded, tears streaming down her face. “I had no choice. The Society has something I want. Something I’ve been trying to get back for decades.” Cedric’s voice was cold, edged with pain. “What?” Elena pulled out a photograph from her pocket with shaking hands, a young girl, maybe eight, with dark hair and Cedric’s eyes. “Your real sister. My daughter. The one Enzo Senior took from me when you were born. She’s been in the Society’s custody her whole life. They’ve been raising her as a weapon. I’ve been trying to get her back.”

I just have to go to this silly gala and I'll have it in my hand. I will give it to Theodore tomorrow, we’ll go out to eat and then I’ll be able to say the Alpha is my buddy. That is going to freak out a lot of people. "By the way, I'll go to that gala too," my father suddenly comments, making me freeze and look at him with confusion, "I can't let him take my daughter just like that. No, I told him we're a package deal as long as there’s not a ring on your finger. Besides, he promised me he'd make sure I'm part of society once you guys are married, so this is just the beginning of Greyhound dealing with me.”

Everyone at school knew the class president, Lucille Levins, had grown up surrounded by love. When the weather turned cold, her fairy godmother brought her homemade pear tea. Whenever someone wronged her, her older brother was always there to stand up for her. Meanwhile, when I had a 104-degree fever and called my mom over a dozen times, all she cared about was how I was interfering with her work. When I begged my brother, Aldon Rowntree, to take me to the hospital, he snapped impatiently, "You're old enough to take care of yourself. Why can't you even do that?" No one in class wanted anything to do with me. Lucille was the only person who would eat lunch with me. She even slipped cand

Cross said to his father. If the person you are talking about is that stupid daughter of Père ex beta. Then read my lips. That will never happen. I won't let you bring the daughter of a beta to this mansion. Cross, there are so many women. Young girls with royal blood passing through their viens in this communities. If you don't want those your mother and I find for you then go find another girl of your choice. But don't bring the daughter of any Omega or beta. Into this community. And not to talk of my presences.

Riog’s p.o.v. “Elder Gerwyn, I don’t believe it is appropriate to ask my parents about the daughter they lost,” I respond before Dad can answer him. “When did they lose their daughter, Riog?” Elder Gerwyn holds up the paper Alpha Fynlo gave him, and I see Mom pale. “At birth.” I keep staring at the paper, not knowing it will turn my world upside down. “According to this paper, Charleza Ironshield passed the class on pack laws with a hundred percent accuracy.” Elder Gerwyn gets up and walks toward me, the paper still in his hand.