Reborn Daughter: The Family's Blood Bag Is A Legendary Agent

Chapter 5

Word Count: 805 | Released on: 20/07/2026

urora's body had been a weapon, honed by years of training. But this body was softer. Weaker. Her calves strained, an

gles, the weight shifts-remained. She drag

ny, panting girl, he sneered and pulled a knife

of pain shot through her untrained spine as the steel sliced empty air. B

test. But the strike landed exactly where she'd aimed: the sof

d dropped the knife. He crumpled

ching shoulder. Not bad for a bo

hadn't anticipated this. One of them hurled the polished wooden box at

hasing them. Turning on her heel, she sprinted back

rple, his breathing shallow and ragged. A classic myocardial infarc

shattered. "There's traffic! They said

odore would b

old man. "Lay him flat," she order

by out of his panic. He scrambled to comply, his

pulled her worn backpack around. She reached i

ng military surplus. Beneath a stack of moldy canvas, in a crevice she had cut into the wall a lifetime ag

revealing a row of sil

rd. "What are you do

sequence of pressure points. The teenager was gone; in her place knelt a seaso

nto a point just below Theodore's st

rd. A fourth. In seconds, seven silver needles were embedded in Theodore's c

t and his men rounded the

e's stabbing hi

d on the precise geometry of the needles on Theodore's

derground doctor known as "The Surgeon." A ghost who operated in war z

irl was performing

low. His chest rose and fell in a steadier rhythm, and the purple tinge

at June in st

lcohol swab, and returned them to the cloth roll. Her muscles ached from forcing an untrained

ute myocardial infarction," she told Barnaby. "This was

backpack, turned

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Reborn Daughter: The Family's Blood Bag Is A Legendary Agent

Harman Lowry Romance

“I woke up in a body that wasn't mine. One life I was Aurora-a legendary operative who died in a hail of shrapnel. The other life belonged to June Chaney, a seventeen-year-old girl drained dry by her adoptive family for nine years, used as a walking blood bag for their precious biological daughter. Now I'm her. And I remember everything. The first thing I did? I looked my so-called mother in the eye, told her exactly what she'd been doing to me, and walked out the door without looking back. They thought I was weak. They thought I'd crawl back. They have no idea who they just set free. Because the girl they abused is gone. In her place is someone who can spot a million-dollar artifact in a pile of junk, haggle with underground dealers, and take down two armed men in an alley without breaking a sweat. Someone who can perform emergency surgery with seven silver needles and hack a cyberbully's entire social media existence in under five minutes. I have two lifetimes of knowledge burning in my skull. I have five million dollars in my account. And I have a list of people who need to learn what happens when you mess with the wrong girl. My adoptive family thinks they can drag me back. My real family is searching for me after eighteen years. And somewhere out there, a powerful man is watching my every move-trying to figure out who I really am. Let them come. Let them all come. I've died once. I've been used, drained, and thrown away. This time? I'm the one holding all the cards. "I know everything I need to know. From this day forward, your daughter won't receive a single drop of my blood. Find another supply." I walked out that door. I'm never going back.”