Who Are The Main Characters In Where The Crawdads Sing?

Book 1 In a realm set in the future, where the human race has fallen and shifters now rule, comes the epic adventure and tale of The Delta’s Daughter. Epic Shifter Fantasy, Adventure & Romance All Lamia ever wanted was to serve her prince, Become the Delta to the New Moon Kingdom, Find her mate and live happily ever after. But the fates had other ideas. Love, tragedy, and betrayal follow Lamia as she discovers her family’s heritage. With the mark of a royal, an unbreakable bond with the prince, and a wolf from the king’s past, wanting to claim Lamia for himself: Follow this epic tale of the Delta’s Daughter as she grows into the strongest shifter in the realm and faces challenges, war, heartache, and love. It’s all sweet and innocent… until it isn’t. A dark and dangerous adventure awaits you. **For a mature audience. Contains a trigger chapter. Explicit language, and scenes of a sexual nature. Adult themes, sex, violence.** The first book in an eight-book series. Step into the shifter realm where each story focuses on a different character but builds into one bigger story.

Ten years after my wealthy family took me back, I died in the rental house my billionaire parents had dumped me in. My son was three. Just to mess with me, the kidnapper gave me three chances to call for help. If even one person was willing to come see me, he'd spare my child. The first call was to my father, the man who'd spent fifteen years searching for me. He was busy directing the staff as they set up my adoptive sister's birthday party. When he picked up, he barked, "Estelle Emerson, seriously? Can you go one week without causing a scene? It's your sister's birthday. I'm busy. Don't kill the vibe." The second call was to my mother, the woman who brought me home and changed my name from Dixie to Estelle. But Vera snatched the phone and laughed so hard she could barely get the words out. "Estelle, seriously? If you're gonna make something up, at least make it believable. You look so broke you probably don't even have fifty bucks. What kidnapper would pick you?" The third time, I called Luca's father, my legal husband. He said he was in a meeting and didn't have time to play games with me. He also said that if I behaved myself, he'd agree to take me home for dinner next week. After the final call ended, I looked at the grinning kidnapper in despair and sent the last two messages of my life. A photo of myself covered in blood. And a short message, every word sincere. [I'm really going to die. In my next life, don't bring me home.]

Fairytales don’t always come from the earth... until her. 
 Mermaid legends are human fables, but beneath the waves, war is looming. A missing daughter is the only hope for a dying species. 
 Rescued during a typhoon, Galene finds herself in a new world amongst a dangerous species—humans. With no memories of her watery pasts, she doesn’t see the predators closing in until it’s too late.
 Stralath is a shape-shifting bounty hunter dedicated to keeping the peace in a violent universe. His earthly mission? To find the elusive mermaid who he’ll dangle in front of a dangerous oceanic pod.  Except Galene is not what he expected—she’s an innocent caught in a dangerous game of extinction. An angel who paints with color and smiles at the world.  She is easy prey, and Stralath abandons his mission, unleashing his brutal self to guard her heart and life. 

IIsabella and Terrassa have been running from their father Don Ricardo for years in fear of being killed . Only to figure out that it's been Don Ricardo Cameron doing all of it.

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his face. I turned around and saw my best friend of twelve years standing behind me with a key in her hand. The little boy ran to her and threw himself into her arms, calling her Mom. So the fiance I had waited seven years for was my best friend's secret husband all along. "I will not wait through these thirty-eight near-death weddings anymore." "Robert, I do not want you either."

Bianca is dying. Acute myeloid leukemia, stage three. The family doctor told me on the phone—bone marrow transplant, only option, perfect match. Identical twins share ninety-nine percent compatibility. I crushed the diagnosis report. My name was at the top: Gemma Blackwell. But the doctor trembled, whispering apologies. A clerical error. The sick twin was Bianca. The cure was me. I had to get home. Rain lashed the taxi windows. I rehearsed the scene: Father setting down his cigar, Mother gasping, me explaining the mix-up. The report has my name, but the blood work is Bianca's. I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady. "I have a question for you." He looked up from his cigar, annoyed. "If it were Bianca dying," I whispered. "Would you have made me give her my marrow?" The room went silent. He set down the cigar. A long pause. "No," he said finally. "Of course. We have resources. We would find another donor. We would never ask you to take that risk." I smiled a little. Just a small, sad smile. "Good," I said softly. "That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this."