Novel & Cerita Asta Father And Mother

Dickwad, where the hell do you fit in? Rafa did not respond to my insult, but he did respond to my query. "One of the Wolves brought to Yellowstone all those years ago was my mother." Javier chimed in, "No she wasn't. Aunt Amie passed away when we were kids. Javier, your mother isn't in Yellowstone; she's passed away. He shook his head, saying, "No, Abuelo told me so. "Rafa, he was lying. Javier continued, "I'm sorry, but your mother has passed away. I sense sympathy in your eyes.

He saw his mother and me face-to-face and immediately knew how bad it was. “Mother.” He came to my side, positioning himself slightly in front of me. “Welcome home.” “Vincent!” Francesca’s voice was sharp with emotion. “Look what you’ve done! You hurt your own son for her! How long will you let this woman fool you?” “Mother, it’s not what you think…” “Not what I think?” she cut him off. “Then tell me why Dante is broken and beaten! Why he’s been stripped of his birthright! The cause of all this is standing right next to you!”

"Please, let me personally guide you to the executive restroom upstairs so I can help you clean this off your clothes!" "What did you just say?!" I roared, leaping to my feet. But when I glanced at my father and stepmother, they were completely motionless. They were calmly sipping their own tea, staring at Asteria as if they were watching the beautiful climax of a television drama. They weren't going to lift a single finger to stop her.

said Alberto's mother. "Ah! You know, Alberto is a young man who really loves Vega, honey. He likes us when we’re young," commented Alberto's father while embracing his wife warmly. He remembered his first romantic moment with Alberto's mother, who became his wife. "Yes, Honey." "Come on! Continue eating again!" After that, they continued their breakfast voraciously. "Oh, I forgot. Later, mom and dad, please wear clothes from Vega!" Alberto reminded his parents to wear clothes from Vega.

He winked at me, and our three children giggled. "Daddy is so sweet," Luciana commented with that beaming smile. "When I grow older, I hope to meet my mate just like Daddy." "No," I firmly said, but Mother spoke in a glinting tone before I could continue. "That would be great, sweetie." There was disbelief in my expression when I couldn't believe what I was hearing from my own mother. I opened my mouth again to dismiss what she said, but she managed to chime in. "Your father is a wonderful man. I am certain that you can find your mate just like him. Isn't that right, Faya?" Mother turned at me and smiled, glancing at Alucard, whose intense gaze had pierced my direction, watching my movements

I stuttered. But my father merely laughed. "Relax, son." He chuckled at my awkwardness. "Aria was never my real bride, nor your real stepmother. The marriage document is not valid because it officially lists Arianna Avaroux as my wife, who doesn't actually exist." "But the Avaroux family has a daughter named Arianna," I pointed out. "I know of their family; they're a prestigious family who used to own the entire mining industry. How can she not exist?"

A smile escaped from her lips when she saw the familiar silhouette at the end of those graveled stairs. "It's Mother." Asty whispered to Othello. "Let's go?" The male breathed heavily and nodded. He felt a sting in his chest when he saw the woman he sought to embrace for so many years. He had yearned for his mother's touch and her soft, mellow voice. Othello mustered the courage to drag his feet and follow Asty as they ascend those stairs to get to the entrance. "Asthenosthene!" their mother called out, she walked towards her daughter and gave her a big hug. "You look beautiful, darling." she told her with a big smile on her face. I remember my youth days in you."

They plopped down cross-legged, looking like little conspirators under the soft moonlight. Caius started, his voice quiet but serious. “So… that super big man from the bad place yesterday is our real dad. Matteo. The Alpha who rejected Mama a long time ago.” Maria’s eyes went wide and round. “I kinda guessed when Uncle Ryker got all growly. He’s the one who made Mama super sad and sent her away before we were even born. That’s… yucky.” She paused, frowning as she tried to find the words. “And he’s still with that evil woman who… who…”

“You think Adrian’s the Alpha because he's the firstborn, right?” I hesitated. “Isn’t he?” He let out a humorless chuckle. “No. I am.” Surprise rippled through me. “What?” Hector leaned back on his hands, gazing up at the sky. “My mother was the first to get pregnant. My father—our father—was married to Adrian’s mother, but she was having trouble conceiving. So, he had an affair with my mom.”

"Adelia, your father is in a coma, he's in the hospital!" "What?!" Adelia sat up while holding the blanket that covered her upper body. "Oh my God, Dad? I... I really didn't know." "Yes, come here, let's go and see your father later when we arrive in Indonesia with Lucas and Joanne." "Lucas and Joanne are my children," Afgan continued with a proud face. Adelia looked at Afgan and nodded resignedly. "Yes, they are your children, Afgan." Afgan grasped Adelia's hand tightly and then pulled her back into his arms as he said, "I know, I know even without any fabrication from you guys, I know even without the help of a DNA report. A biological father's hunch is never wrong, Adelia."