Armin Parents Novels & Stories

“Just remember that you are a daughter of Lancia’s family. No one dares to insult you. Otherwise, I will give them a lesson. Don’t worry, I’ll be always on your side. No matter what.” She bit her lips. Tried her best not to sob or cry. Armano is not her real father. But, she never feels overwhelmed by her parent’s love like this. Not even with her previous life. “Th-thank you, Father. I’ll try my best to not disappoint you. I’ll be the perfect daughter that you can be proud of.”

The only fault I was remanded here since the early age of 5, was because I wasn’t the blood they wanted. The Strauneuffs is a prestigious and gifted family. For generations, they refined the most elite and excellent of Vampire Hunters. Their bloodline is remarkable, and their talents, rare per se. Every other reputable family falls second and could never bolster the expertise to rival their unshaken position in society. My mother is the only daughter of the legend, Mona Armin, who was the most exceptional of male and female Hunters alike. She garnered endless lauds and awards for her esteemed name. Perhaps, that was the only Hunter who single-handedly stood on equals with the Strauneuffs and

I didn't expect Reyhan to behave so badly towards his parents. Arini never dared to speak harshly to her father and mother. Knowing the struggle and self-aware that even though she is independent at this age, she still needs the attention and love of her parents. There are also many prayers for Arini from her parents. There's no way Arini is where she is now, even though she's still not really established and proud of her parents, at least she doesn't disappoint them too much.

Anita said. Arman glanced at Icha. "Are you going to tell me that you're Umar Sanjaya's illegitimate child? I've known all about it for a long time. It's just that I don't like your mother, who's a maid," Arman explained bluntly. Icha took a deep breath; she knew Grandpa Arman really didn't like her. "It's not about that, Grandpa." "Then what is it about?" Arman asked.

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.

Things were tough, but I was a survivor and that got me the chance to see my loved ones being proud of me and gathered under one roof. "Congratulations, sister." Armin's voice made me look back, I didn’t even realize someone was walking towards me. "Thank you. Are you back for good?" After Lou got married to Alexander last year, Armin left the country and went to Brazil. This boy always kept everything to himself, so I never got to be sure that he was in love with my best friend. "Yeah, thinking of staying here from now on." He smiled, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Look who is here."

I told him but he was silent. I look towards him and find him shocked.. Murat's P.O.V BROTHER? You must be mistaken Arman I am not your brother but he cut me off and start playing a voice record.. Hearing this record my angry rose in me then I start thinking why that Bastard sent to abroad? Why my all liking different from them? Before I say something to Arman he again speak up.. He is not your father Murat.. And our parents are dead. That doctor said they met an accident and died with our baby sister" Arman told me while crying when my tear start felling from my eyes...

What the fuck is her problem? “Not that it’s needed but, Amelia this is my father, Jerome, former Beta of the Aurum Obscuro Pack, and this is my mother Jessica. Dad, mum, this is my animai and Alpha of the Invictus Pack, Amelia,” I introduce proudly, while I notice my mother scowling. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Beta Jerome,” Amelia greets while offering her hand. “None of that nonsense, young lady. Let me give my new daughter a hug,” he says throwing his arms open wide. Amelia chuckles and happily steps into his arms giving him a warm hug. She nearly disappears into his monster arms when he hugs her.

Rena’s POV The door clicks shut behind me, and just like that, I’m dismissed. Not that I was given much of a voice in the first place. Armani’s parents—his overbearing, impossible-to-please parents—have made it abundantly clear that their discussion does not include me, even though I’m the one their son supposedly married. And despite the fact that our marriage isn’t real, I am bound to it. I’ve already accepted it as my reality. There’s no turning back now—not when my father’s treatment depends on this.

“Take care.” Then both of them left. Just like that and the house became quiet. Too quiet. Now it was Arman, Bridget and I left in the house and we were a very weird triangle. I looked at the door after it closed. Hoping for someone to come in. That was it. Arman's parents had come, seen him, taken pictures asked about work and left. On the superficial level, it was good enough, but in my dreams of a perfect family, unlike mine, the mother cared more, she asks how her child has been eating, checks the balance in his nutrition, goes through his fridge and stocks it with healthy food, makes his bed, shower him with kisses and long hugs.