Armin Parents Novels & Stories

But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago. When I heard what happened, I felt sick, wishing that I could have done something more, knowing that I should have stepped in and stopped it. Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said.

she asked as I set the wine glass down on the table. "How do you know my father?" I asked her as I turned my head to look at her. "Well, he used to work for the organization as an associate before. I remembered that he owed the group everything he had accomplished, but when it came time to pay them, he didn't have sufficient funds on hand. He ended up being miserable and had no choice but to give you up as his settlement. That's why Arman married you—he can handle someone who is weak and has nothing to offer," she said.

Benji chimed in. "Not your business!" Austin replied brusquely. It was far easier and less embarrassing than admitting he was doing the medicals for Marybeth's peace of mind. What she said about his mistresses and having to explain the shit with Elektra's lipstick had gutted him. Not as much as the look of disappointment he'd seen in her eyes, though. He never wanted her to look at him like that again. Like he couldn't be trusted— "It's time," Arno said when they saw the other parents leave their cars and head inside the three-story structure.

“Armin, I love you.” Armin smiled back slowly and pulled me into a tight embrace. “I love you, Jas!” I chuckled at how excited he sounded and ran my fingers through his hair. “You're such a baby.” The door bursted open and I disengaged from the hug before looking over at a bored Luke who said in a monotone, “Your parents are here.” Armin facepalmed himself, “Didn't they go back to London? Why are they here and who even told them about the incident?”

He lifted me easily, twirling me around like he always did, and kissed my cheek. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his lips brushed against my ear. I giggled. That was Armin—always sweet. Always mine. “You saw me yesterday,” I teased, my cheeks already burning. “Lovebirds,” my mother muttered, snapping me back to reality. Armin had always visited, and she was fond of him. But she never failed to caution me about getting too attached. “Remember his wolf has to choose you,” she would say, always out of nowhere.

“Perfect. I’m looking forward to meeting your family,'' I said to him. He kissed me on the cheek and held my hand in his while carrying Selanene’s basket in his other hand. A strong man. Armon led us down the massive halls of the mansion and to the dining hall. The doors were closed and murmuring could be heard from inside. I looked up nervously at Armon. He looked back at me, “Are you ready?” He asked me. I nodded and he squeezed my hand for support. The guards opened the doors and we were made visible to the rest of the family. Armon’s family consisted of 5 people; His father who was the Beta of our pack, his mother, his oldest brother, his older sister, and then him. But they weren’t the

She entered the kitchen and saw her parents. "I don't really mind anything but I hope I won't be eating my future younger sibling" Ariana said with a big smile on her face. Her parents laughed out loud and Armand said, " Don't worry, you came way too early for that to happen at all". "Armand!" Catherine gave her mate a light smack on the arm cautioning him but Armand just laughed , pecked his mate and went upstairs to his office.

he says, his voice ragged as his head drops into his hands. I sit back, squeezing Yorick’s hand under the table as Arman sits forward. “Now you see why there was bad blood between our fathers. And you see why my father, while wrong, jumped to the wrong conclusion about why you were calling yesterday. I hope now, after hearing this story, we can start over. Aunt Soraya was my father’s only sibling. I have no other cousins. I, myself, only have one sister. I don’t have a lot of family, so it’s important for me to get to know the family I do have,” Arman says.

It was my loss. "Really? What's its name?" "Child of the Mountain." Amara's eyes sparkled with interest before dimming slightly. Hmph, it's not that impressive. Amara hummed."Hmmm...what is that about?" Arima-san opened and closed her mouth perhaps mentally summarizing the plot in her head. "Surpassing amazing parents." Amara clapped her hands together, her eyes twinkling. "Ah! So... the parents are the mountains? I see, that sounds like a good read."

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. I want him to have a better future. The kind of future that he deserves." "I'm proud of you, man. It's not easy to care for someone who doesn't belong to your family. You don't even know who the kid's parents were. It's very noble." "Thanks, man." Darson wanted to how the plan papers to Arman, so he drove to Amara's house. It was almost dinner, so he decided to bring dessert. Arman was so happy to see him. He was not able to join them for breakfast because their parents asked him to visit their Auntie Henrietta who's currently sick.