Asta Father And Mother Novels & Stories

I said. "No. Your hair, your eyes... Astros has the most beautiful people in the whole of Enchantia, in the borders of this world but never blue hair and eyes like the sun. Your father's name?" She asked again, eyes still inspecting my face. "Astros. " "Astros then... Your mother? " "I do not know. She never mentioned that. "I said,grief suddenly washing over me. Her eyes softened again. "Walk with me Child. "

The castle of the terrifying and formidable Alpha King, DIEGO LEO SANTOS! My father remained silent but the glare he gave me was enough to shut me up. Before I could say ‘moon goddess, have mercy’, I was being dragged by two guards, to his threatening presence. “I have brought her. You can give me the money now.” My father's voice reached me and I watched him take a fat envelope from a regal beautifully-adorned lady. I suspected her to be Alpha Diego’s mother. “Mother, I have told you already! I’m not interested in getting married. They are all the same thing, she cannot be my wife!” He yelled at his mother.

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

How in the world does she have that much strength? My parents met when Papá was stationed in Spain during his military tour and discovered that Mamá was his mate. Turns out, Mamá’s sister was mated to a wolf as well. Her entire family already knew about wolves when she and Papá bonded. Since Papá was the alpha of our pack and Tía Sofía’s (Aunt Sofia’s) mate was a warrior, it wasn’t hard to convince the family to move to the States and join our pack. It worked out well—everyone seems happy here in America.

DEMETRIA When we pulled up to Anastasia’s house, an elegant two-story Spanish-style home in Culver City, Anastasia was already at the door. The moment she saw Papá, she rushed forward warmly. “Señor Hernández, bienvenido.” (Mr. Hernández, welcome ) Papá smiled, hugging her briefly. “Gracias, mi niña.” (Thank you, my girl.)

She cuts me off, giving me a stern look. “Will you let me finish?” she says. I just lower my eyes and let her continue. Clearing her throat, she started again. “When your father was the Alpha, he met his fated mate. Your mother, she was human when they met and, as with all mates, it was love at first sight”. She takes a breath again, looking between me and this Serafino guy.

It was evident that his mother's absence had already taken a toll on him. Mateo sat on the sofa, his expression distant, while Father stood beside Mom, holding her with a vacant look that hinted at deeper emotions. He had never liked Stefano, and it made me wonder if he felt any remorse now. Their encounters always resulted in brawls, and although I wasn't privy to the origins of their animosity, I recalled Mother mentioning that both were stubborn and no amount of her efforts could bridge the divide between them.

Mama told me with difficulty. "Mom! Don't leave me. We'll find Papa together." I cried when I said. "Y-you'll remember me, son... You won't let anyone step on you. L-fight, son. Fight..." Mama continued to tell me." The p-pa... Aghhh your father's name is aghhh Leandro Yu. I-I love you so much, a-son..." It was like a glass broke in my heart when Mama's hand fell. That's when I started crying. Constantly shouting Mama's name. I don't know where and how I will live. I don't know where to pick it up now.

my mother breaks the silence, her gaze shifting between Cassian and me. “Yes, Mom, Cassian is French,” I respond. My mother fixes me with a pointed look. “He can talk, Athena,” she says. “Yes, Mrs. Castellanos, I'm French, well half French,” Cassian says with a warm smile. “Please, Mrs. Castellanos is my mother-in-law. Call me Camila,” my mom replies, her smile trying to ease the tension. “You are the bastard child of Cassian Covington II?” My father’s voice falters as he finishes, his tone barely concealing his disdain.

Agastya~ 'Your father is not your real father, Agastya'. Her words rang in my head like a Siren, I stepped toward her and cupped her cheek, and she looked up into my eyes. "Please say it is not true, it can't be baby" I whispered and begged her through my eyes, to tell me the truth, not a joke. "Agastya, I am telling the truth. Your mom and your uncle Tyler they, they--" She could not complete the sentence but I did not have to hear the rest.