Novel & Cerita Wayward Daughters

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

"See this? This is the Neri family! A family that trusts the adopted daughter over their own blood! A family that treats a true gem like trash and a worthless piece like treasure!" Mattia closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, they held only a cold, murderous intent. "According to family law, how do we deal with a traitor who harms her own blood?" The men in black behind him stepped forward. "Execution by gunfire."

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

A female voice shouts from the crowd, causing a wave of laughter to erupt. “She came her to train our female warriors and…to become Alpha,” I finish saying. The entire crowd stops laughing and talking, looking up at us stunned. “Daya, and her sisters, are the daughters of the late Alpha Bronson Stone. Our pack sits on part of his territory from before the plague. Before he died, he sent his daughters away for their safety. Daya, being the first-born daughter of an incredibly strong Alpha, had the urge, and the right, to claim what was always hers. She came here to be Alpha. Because of this, I cannot make her my Luna.”

Aaliyah exclaimed and the girls giggled while holding hands. Why not? If that’s what the birthday girl wanted then we’ll make a detour. Surprisingly Aaliyah knew the directions to her house, she had a good head on her shoulders. Her mother must have been really put together if she raised someone like her. Put together wasn’t my type at all. I was more attracted to the unstable and wild type, like the woman I met last night. There was also the problem of Aaliyah’s mom being human but I doubt her mom would take this seriously so we could meet and that can be the end of it.

"In the battle you want to start unfortunately you won't make it out alive old friend,You have strong powers that can end half of the world but your daughter have the strongest powers then you that can end the whole world." What the heck. "There is no way that can happen old friend,how can she have more powers then me?." I was starting to get furious. "Oh old friend you have more dark magic but your daughter have half dark and half light so when they combine with a mark that Alpha gave her makes her too strong and not forgetting she has a pure heart and more powers then you or even me." Noo way,I couldn't believe this. "So if I don't go start the battle?" "Well even if you and your daughter

My older sister Mia was sweet and affectionate, while I was the “smart, independent” one who supposedly needed no one. For my high school graduation, my parents promised me a trip to Hawaii. I packed a month early and planned everything. But the night before we left, Mia decided to bring Luke, my childhood sweetheart. There wasn’t room for both of us, so Mom canceled my ticket. “Mia and Luke had a fight a few days ago. They need this trip to work things out.” My brother pushed my packed suitcase toward Mia. “Take hers. It has everything you need.” Luke had once been the only person who never used my independence as a reason to leave me behind. But after he met Mia, he began making excuses fo