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training my daughter to kill me

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What is training my daughter to kill me

Đọc tiểu thuyết training my daughter to kill me của tác giả cosmos_lords được xuất bản trên WebNovel.In a field of snow, you can see dead bodies on the ground, the snow that was once white is stained with blood, going further you notice that the bodies increase, forming a mountain. On top of this mou...

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In a field of snow, you can see dead bodies on the ground, the snow that was once white is stained with blood, going further you notice that the bodies increase, forming a mountain. On top of this mountain is a man, with snow-white hair, navy blue eyes that, for those who don't know him, convey calm and tranquility. Your white clothes have turned to red "Your child is about to be born" said a Chinese white dragon in a low voice, next to him is a man on top of a mountain of corpse. “ahhhhhh, how boring there is no one strong to face me, when that brat is born I will make his life hell, since my lineage runs in his veins he will become a worthy opponent, maybe he can even kill me hahaHAHA” says the man with a psychopathic voice. ****************************** “Lord your son… A girl was born” said an old man with a wrinkled face with a hand covered in bandages, he was shaking, his legs almost giving way to the ground in fear of his sovereign's fury. “HAAAAA!! fuck it, I hope she is useful and can be a future opponent to me, if necessary I will make her training much worse than hell " said the furious man when he learned that his future opponent was a woman, who in this world is only worth to political marriages. The man was determined to put his daughter through training that even demons would fear, and they became saints if they could escape. Well that was your plan but... “Why the hell is my daughter so cute?” thought the man Watch as the man known as the Monarch of Chaos begins his journey to make his daughter the strongest person as he slowly develops affection for her, unable to watch anyone touch a lock of her hair. *this novel will have a random release, but I will try to release at least one chapter every 14 days *this is my first novel, and to make matters worse i don't speak english i'm translating it through google translate, so expect errors *No protagonist being a wolf in sheep's clothing *image generator by AI

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His jaw was shadowed, not with sculpted designer stubble, but with several days’ growth that made him look more like a lumberjack or pirate than a corporate tycoon. His forehead pleated in a frown and his dark eyebrows came together as if in displeasure. “You're not going to say hello, mi amor?” his lips peeled back in a fox-like grin, attitude mocking and condescending. “Huh? Nothing from you, Aurora?” “Hurley must have broken my news to you.” He continued. “I would've preferred to do it myself, but we all know how nosy everyone is around here.”  Anger warred with pain. She stared at him with wide, murderous eyes. His dark eyes narrowed. “Knowing your preference for older men, is it wrong to assume that you are fucking the butler too?” Her legs moved quickly, heart racing, cheeks flaming hot with anger, she stormed towards him. He dropped his drink and covered the remaining distance between them easily. Her fist came up and flew towards his face. She didn't get that satisfaction though. Her hand was seized in his iron grip. “Don't.” he slipped a hand around her waist and pulled her to him instantly. “You'll hurt your hand.” She struggled in his embrace. “Let go! I won't be bothered with my hand when I slap off your face!” # He lifted his knuckles, running them back and forth, over the smooth soft line of her cheek. The familiar sandalwood and jasmine scent of his expensive aftershave lotion made her nostrils flare, while the faint rasp of his rougher skin scored her nerve endings into life. Heart beating so fast with tension that she could hardly breathe, she pushed him back and yelled, “Get out of my house!” He snorted, stepping away from her. “Your late husband had no legal right to gift you this property. He's a thief. Just like you.” “I don't care if this house had been in your mother's lineage for years, Mr. Khomeini!” she fired back. “Seeing as you are not much of a saint yourself, I certainly don't care what you think of me. You'll have to drag me to court if you must get it back. But you can rest assured that I will never make this easy for you.” He released a husky laugh that purred down her backbone like a taunting scratch. “As you wish, Mon Cherie.” ## Aurora Khomeini is widowed at 25. Her husband, Maximo Khomeini, suffered a cardiac arrest after an infected bullet wound he received in a gunfight worsened. She's left utterly devastated by the loss but is not left to mourn her husband in peace. Mariano Khomeini, alias Mariano Barrera, is the first son of the late Maximo. He's an angry and very vindictive man, who's on a mission to destroy everything his father touched. The newly widowed Aurora, would not be an exception.

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