Novel & Cerita The Unseen Daughter

he immediately knelt infront of her. Yin Yue calmed down. "I am the daughter of General Jiang Lin.Merely taking their lives is not enough for me.I want them to suffer ,I want them to have the taste of betrayal,I want to disclose their conspiracy to the world and I want to restore my father's and my family's honor"she said with determination. Wang Wei was really surprised for a moment .Yesterday,she was a little girl,frozen with fear and shock but today she is issuing orders as if she is a general in army.

Callan and I start to growl at her, her smile is vicious. “Are you boys looking for my daughter? She did not come home but, I will tell you now, she is not your whore! Go fuck a mutt! Leave her alone!” she snarls. I had a feeling that I might face her, my father warned me about her, her father had told him, that he had a daughter that went dark years ago. He gave me a pill with powerful magic that blocks a dark one's attack. She closes her eyes and starts chanting, as she is distracted, we decided to try and drive away. Suddenly we felt something pulling on the car. It feel as if something has attached an anchor to the car and turned us into sitting ducks.

Her sight was locked onto a male figure in black and two females wearing the same pale rose robe. “Hevian…” As soon as she whispered his name, Una’s chest tightened. Her breathing went unsteady. The two females kissed Hevian’s cheeks and giggled. How could Hevian smile that way, knowing he killed his mate? Inside Una’s body, the red orb was activated and slowly devouring her mana spherule. As the flashback of her death came to her mind again, she could not control the pulsating hate in her heart. Her invisibility was slowly disintegrating. Hevian immediately felt her presence when Una finally revealed herself.

Sinister and his father looked at each other, realizing that this girl was the daughter of Judge Townsend. “OK Miss Townsend, you must open your eyes and let me help you to the car," Sinister stated. “No, no, no — I can't, I can't look," she bawled. “What?” Sinister inquired. Her eyes slowly opened, and massive grey eyes shone back at him. They were big, bright, and beautiful. He had never seen eyes like that before. “The blood — I can't look at the blood," she barely whispered the last part under her breath.

I look at her and, for a split second, I see the girl who used to trace the stars against the windowpane when we were little. For one single second, the ice over my soul cracks. I see the daughter trying desperately to honor her dead father. I see the woman who is profoundly terrified of being useless. But then I see Silas step closer to her. I see the way his sandalwood scent has settled deep into the heavy fibers of her plum cloak. The disgust returns instantly, colder than the mountain wind howling outside.

And then she vanished. Every single time. That dream haunted me for the past two weeks—relentless, vivid, maddening. I’d wake in a cold sweat, Fenrir pacing inside me like a caged beast, snarling at the invisible thread we both felt but could not grasp. So when my scout returned with a name—Lira Fenwick—my blood turned to ice. The daughter of Alpha Tobias Fenwick. Of Duskborne. Hidden in plain sight. Protected. Disguised.

“Sonia? What, what are you doing here?” No smile. No pretense. Sonia shut the door softly behind her and locked it. “We need to talk,” she said. Clara hesitated. “Is this about the investigation? I told the team—” “It’s not about the team,” Sonia interrupted, her voice steady but burning. “It’s about me. About you. About what you’ve been hiding.” Clara’s face froze. “I saw the files, Clara,” Sonia said. “Project Ember. Subject A2. Your daughter.”

And as I watched her sit there, quiet, composed, burning with something deeper than pain, I realized something. My daughter had just crossed a line. And there was no going back. I'm proud of her. Now that we're aligned to bruise the head of our enemy, we'll go at him with precision. Antonioni. But first things first. I need to uncover the mystery behind that girl's fire. Annabelle. I'd like to know more about her. And just when I remembered the deal with Khalid, I smiled for Antonioni. Seriously smiled.

Anya said flatly. Ronan studied her for a long moment. “You’re not your mother,” he said, tone not unkind. “Eva was… clever. But she knew when to vanish.” Anya stood slowly. Straightened. “I’m not vanishing.” She crossed to him, her voice low. “I have a daughter. And I’ve been silent my whole life. If legacy can’t survive the truth, it deserves to burn.” Ronan’s expression didn’t change. But when he left, he said only:

Just an endless, screaming black void as my entire world shattered into dust. He kept talking, but I barely heard the words through the roaring in my ears. Something about walking into her office, about seeing a little girl sitting there. Blonde hair. Green eyes. Looking so much like him it was unmistakable. Their daughter. Rayne had a daughter. A daughter he hadn’t known about. A daughter Amber had hidden from him. A daughter that wasn’t mine. I clutched at the sheets beneath me, my fingers curling so tight they hurt, nails digging into the fabric.