Novel & Cerita Wayward Daughters

"Riley its time to get up or your going to be late for school" my father calls from the other side of the door. My Name is Riley Ward i am 17 years old and I am a current omega of the night fall pack My father is William Ward he is the current sitting alpha and my brother Ryker is the future alpha.

The list never seemed to end. I moved beside my mother and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. She sighed, leaning into my touch as Kieran's expression softened. "I understand why you're worried," Kieran said gently, finally taking a seat. "But we need their help. If she doesn't go, she loses an opportunity. The Daughters aren't angels. They're stubborn, and they keep information close to their chest, but everything they stand for opposes the Meridian. Right now, the thing you need most is protection. They have the resources to provide it."

I wanted truth. And here, in this space we built from the rubble, we had it. I’m not healed. Not completely. There are still shadows in the corners of my mind. Still ghosts that tap on the walls of my heart when it’s quiet. But I’m not afraid of them anymore. Because now, I have light. And love. And a voice that finally feels like my own. I’m not the girl in the cell. I’m not the pawn in Donga’s game. I’m Sarah Wren. I’m free. And I’m loved. Not because I was rescued. But because I chose to be.

The darkness that had consumed their mother now flowed through the veins of her daughters like poison. Sophia and Aurora no longer pretended to resist. The studio had become their church, the red lights their altar. Tonight’s stream was titled “Daughters of the Abyss.” Over 5.7 million viewers watched as the two sisters were dragged in on all fours, leashed and collared like the broken animals they had become.

Mary and Jude also remained happy and had three sons Dave, Frank, and Kelvin. Both Families prospered and remained lifelong friends. Sarah started a foundation to help young girls trapped in prostitution to get a better life. THE END………..

“We find every omega Vincent sold. We bring them home. And we burn his ledgers so no one can ever do this again.” Alaric nods. “It will be done.” The wind picks up. Carries the scent of yarrow. Like mother, like daughter, the wind seems to say. But this time, the daughter doesn’t run. This time, the daughter stays. And heals.

*"This place reeks of her." *Her.* The Weaver. But the Daughters come first. They descend at twilight, riding comets of starfire that crater the beach, their silhouettes etched in violent light. The tallest steps forward, her hair a cascade of dying constellations. *"Last chance, sister. Surrender the storm. Or we'll unmake the boy to reach it."* Egen's laugh is a rasp, his fingers flexing as obsidian brambles erupt from the sand. "You're welcome to try."

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

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.