The Wrong Daughter Book Review Novels & Stories

She then turns back to me, walking slowly with her evil smile still on. "Now, where were we? Oh, when I was about to kill you." She says as she reaches him. She strikes her two hands together, causing the claws to create a spark, then stabs me in the belly. I groan in pain. "Alexa!" I hear Dustin scream. I see the pains and fear in his eyes. He regrets letting me do this. There is nothing anyone can do now. I feel like a failure. I can not even avenge my own daughter. What kind of a mother am I? I left my daughter when she was born. Now, I let her die and there is nothing I can do to avenge her.

“ No, Christiana. I'm being realistic. You're the one dreaming that love will fix everything. And it won't.She will always be different. She will always be a burden. And I won't spend my life pretending otherwise. Tears slipped down her cheeks. “ My daughter is not a burden”, She said, her voice shaking. “ She's our daughter . And if you can't love her for who she is, then you don't deserve to be her father”. Alexander scoffed” Spare me the lecture. You should have gotten rid of her when you had the chance”. Christiana gasped, irritated. “ How can you say that?” “ She was a mistake,”,He muttered. “ And so are you”.

“And so far, all I’ve seen here is arrogance dressed as tradition. But I’ll make this clear. I don’t need your approval to belong. I am here because Damian chose me, because I carry his children, and because I have survived far worse than your disapproval.” The words hung in the air, heavy, unyielding. Damian’s father leaned back in his chair, studying me with the calm of a man who had built empires out of silence. Then, after a long moment, he let out a sound—low, humorless, almost a laugh. “You’ve chosen a firebrand,” he said to his son, his tone unreadable. “This one does not bend.” Damian’s mouth curved, just slightly, though his voice remained composed. “No. She doesn’t. And that is exa

“You think you can just disappear? Just walk out and pretend you were never one of us? Do you think you’re free of your obligations? Of this family?” Serena stood. Her fingers were white around the phone. “I’m not the daughter you think I am.” The silence this time was heavier. “What did you just say?” her mother asked slowly. “I’m not… I’m not the good daughter. I’m not the picture perfect woman you raised. I’m not the trophy wife you wanted me to be. I’m not ashamed of my brother.” “You should be,” her mother spat. “After what he’s done...” “No!” Serena cried, voice raw. “I watched him suffer. I watched him be exiled, hated, erased, and I said nothing. I stayed quiet because it was easier.

"I must be since we have a servant saying I gave the vibes of someone who would kill birds to get even. That does sound like me. I must be a whore too because I am pregnant. I just have been railed by every man I came across. There we have it, father, the Alpha's daughter is a traitor to the pack and a whore. What happens now?" The words tasted sour on my tongue. My father looked at me with horror in his eyes but he did not back down. He turned to the rest of the council and spoke. "There you have it, my daughter confesses to killing the birds and being a whore. I do not think we need to wait to serve her verdict. I do hope the council will tender justice with mercy and do well to remember t

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.

Instead, she just said, "You saw it too, right? That's how my family is. They think it was a mistake to bring me into this world. Everything I do is wrong. Even from the moment they saw me to when I left, they didn't ask me why Wendy was detained. They didn't care to show any concern for me or ask why I did what I did. "To them, only Wendy is their daughter whereas I'm worse than trash. Sometimes I don't understand. I'm my mom's biological daughter, so why does she prefer Wendy? What did I do wrong? Why did they even bring me into this world if they didn't love me?"

And that was the best part about it, doing what he least expected. “To fucking think that a man would know his daughter enough to know that she is to going to be siding with the fucking enemy. But no, my daughter is choosing to play dirty, and the woman is even planning on having children with the man, claiming that they would respect them. Who the fucking hell respects a woman over her brother? What world do they live in?” He asked, and I shook my head. It was his fault for allowing her to be in such an environment.

“You committed to this coven your unwavering loyalty. You must remember that.” “I stand by my word, Great Mother.” I say solemnly. “Time reveals all truths.” The Great Mother says. She reaches into the folds of her robe and retrieves a well worn book. “This is the first book taught to the girls being raised in our homes. It is enchanted and can only be read by a member of the coven. To an outsider it would be a copy of whatever book they are most familiar with. An illusion that feeds on their own imaginative energy.” She places the book in my outstretched hand.

Even the heavy gloom that had weighed on me since returning home suddenly lifted, replaced by a strange sense of clarity. Mira whooped from the other end of the line. "Yesss! Elowen, you finally figured it out! Your mom doesn’t love you at all. What kind of mother treats her own child like that? "She’s been using you as a blood bag for her and that little brat Suri, draining you dry to support their happy life! "You’re the only idiot who toiled like an ox for them all these years. If you didn’t wake up now, I’d stop being your friend!"