Novel & Cerita The Society's Pet Daughter

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

She personally cooked an entire table full of food and bought a large cake. Then she took a photo of my results and posted it on social media. The caption only had one sentence: [My daughter is amazing.] Two years earlier, I had still been a pitiful girl locked in a cellar, with broken fingers and abandoned by the entire family. Back then, I didn’t even know whether I would wake up alive the next morning. I didn’t dare imagine any kind of future. Now, I was sitting in a bright apartment while Mamma cut the cake beside me.

"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 know how it works. Once someone breaks the Society’s rules, they're supposed to be executed—swift and clean. The spouse isn’t told anything. Silence is part of the punishment. So when your father came back alive, I was stunned. Just a ban? That’s all? He said it was minor. But I never bought that. Julian King doesn’t forgive without taking something.” I looked her straight in the eye. “He did take something. Me.” Confusion flickered across her face. “He slept with Julian’s daughter. Got caught. And traded my life for his. That’s how I ended up in the Society.” She just stared at me, her lips parting like the words had sucker-punched her. “He told me you wanted in—that you volunteered.”

Eloise pursed her lips in utter grief. “My daughter was originally a young lady. She wouldn’t have needed to worry about food and clothes. She could have gone to the best school and get the best education. She would have been a socialite in the upper-class society! But because of your selfishness and greed, my daughter has never lived a good day!”

Chapter 34 SERAPHINA My father moved to the bar and poured himself a drink, raising his glass toward me. "To my daughter," he said with pride in his voice. "Who's finally ready to claim what's rightfully hers." "To crushing our enemies under our feet," I added, raising my own glass. "Starting with Marcus Sullivan and his pathetic mistress." "Speaking of which," my mother said, her eyes taking on a calculating gleam, "we should probably deal with the Marcus situation before the fundraiser. We don't want any complications from that quarter overshadowing your reentry into society."

"You actually fought with wild dogs?" "So, Dad, you, who have been pampered all your life, would never be able to imagine who a person living at the bottom of the society pulls through in life. You and I are truly people from two different worlds. If there is any kind of deeply-rooted relationship that can't ever be broken between us, then that would be the unbreakable blood relations between you and me. From a biological perspective, we are a pair of father and daughter, so I call you dad. That is all. Dad, if you really love me, don't care about me anymore in the future. This is considered the best care you, being my father for once, is able to give me. As for your property, it's best for

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.”

Cassiphone says angrily. “Why would Hecate bless me? I am no daughter of hers.” I ask directly. Cassiphone moved like the wind and slapped my cheek. It burns viciously. “Shut your insolent mouth!” She roared. “You are the product of a great and powerful witch line and a dog!” She says dog like a curse. “Don’t you dare call my father a dog!” I boom angrily. I will not stand for disrespect on his name. “This is what happens when you raise a child away from her culture! She has no respect, Rhea!” Cassiphone shouts angrily. “She should have been sent here when you moved on to your next mutt to breed with!”

"And she's our daughter, Patricia! Have you forgotten that? You long ago crossed a line you shouldn't have and I can't tolerate your behavior anymore." "I was just thinking about her welfare. She's sick, Justin. We need to take her to the doctor." "Stop saying that. Her liking girls is a part of her. It's not a disease. We should accept her for what she is. I really didn't expect this from you. You really disappointed me. You were nothing like this when we were younger! How did you turn out to be such a money hungry selfish woman? I-I'm not sure if I love you anymore."