Black Clover Asta Parents Novels & Stories

and my mouth gasped at his words, “Asher, stop this,” Aster pleaded, but he didn’t even pay her any attention, “It’s because we’re twins Arya, you’re not my cousin you’re my twin, my sister,” He said as tears filled his eyes. But I gasped as I yanked my arm back holding it against my chest, “What- how?” smirking he rolled his eyes, “The people you thought were your parents weren’t, there’s your real parents Arya,” He said pointing toward Alpha Blake and Aster,

"Ms. Young!" Clover lowered his eyes. He didn't even bother to look at Anastasia. Anastasia felt humiliated, but she didn't dare to say anything. She kept a smile on her face, but Clover's following words made the smile completely collapse on her face. "Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. You have feelings for Jonathan, but I warn you, don't set your mind on Rose." Clover was an excellent leader in the Lerain Group. Even though his uncle was still at the helm of the Xanth family, his abilities had been recognized by him and the family.

Aura's parents looked at Clay’s presence with furrowed brows, puzzled by the arrival of a stranger at their house so early in the morning. "Excuse me, who are you? And what is your purpose for coming here?" Mommy Erika asked, making Clay realize that he hadn't introduced himself! "Ah, forgive my impudence for interrupting your time, Aunt and Uncle. I'm Clay Clinton. And my purpose for coming here is to inquire some things about Aura." Clay's response made Mommy Erika and Daddy Daniel exchange glances. "Aura? What's wrong with Aura?" Clay tried to play his role well, hoping that Aura's parents could provide some clues. But unfortunately, the result was a big zero! Aura's parents were unwillin

“Even though technically purple is supposed to mean royalty, but I like white and gold better.” I nod. “Works for me.” She sighs dramatically again. “Honestly, I don’t even care anymore. Everybody keeps arguing over where to have it.” “Your parents versus mine?” “Basically.” I already know exactly how that’s going. The Blackwoods wanting one thing. My mother wanting another. And Tarek and Mr. Blackwood are just sitting there pretending their neutral while absolutely taking mental notes. “I finally just left the Zoom call,” Clover says. “I couldn’t do it anymore.”

"To pay my respects." Clover's bitter laugh cuts through the clearing. "Since when do you respect anything about my family? About me? What did you do the last time you came to her resting place after our parents mating? And don’t bullshit to me, you were a child and didn’t know better." Peter's face pales at the accusation, the memory of that day flashing through his mind with crystal clarity. He had been fourteen, angry and lost after his mother's remarriage, and had found Clover kneeling at this very spot. In his juvenile rage, he had kicked over her carefully arranged offerings, scattering them across the clearing while calling her mother names no child should know.

Aster went to the kitchen to see if he could help. "Hello, Aunt Carver! Can I help?" Ivy Carver turned around surprised. "Would you like to cut these for the salad?" "Sure," Aster replied. "You brought a kid?" "Yes, he is my nephew Asher. My name is Aster Brooks." "You have names with the same initials." Aster laughed. "Aunt Carver, everyone in my family has the same initials. I don't know why they insist on doing that. Maybe it was a big joke or something."

Luna Clover snapped, getting irritated by the immature behavior of her son. * #TBC

Aster knew just how stubborn Robin was and how blinded he was by power and wealth, which was why he wanted to use Carol to show to him that not everyone wanted to be part of the Fritzgerald family. Carol thought about this for a moment before she decided to ask the question that had been on her mind all this while. “Astie, do you know who my real father is?” In the rearview mirror, Carol saw Aster’s surprise. “I’ve always known that I’m not my father’s biological daughter, because my mother had never slept in the same room as my father. They had a good relationship, and my dad loved my mother, but they never acted like a real married couple.”

"They're inside now?" "Yesh—" Clover gasped, her big round eyes suddenly opened wide as though she had done something wrong. "What's the matter?" "Daddy told me not to tell you about this," she said, hopping to the ground and placing her finger on her pinkish lips. "Mommy, don't let Daddy know that I told you, okay?" A moment of quiet settled between them. Clover looked into Veronica's eyes and blinked, wondering why her mom wasn't saying anything. Without her realizing it, tears gradually misted over her eyes.

Joshua spat, his glare intensified on clover. "Sounds like you know this feeling already," Clover replied, placing her hand on the table before resting her chin on her palm. Joshua's nostrils flared as his hand resting on the table surface became balled. Clover was grinning within, waiting to see the eruption. But it did not happen. It was the woman who shifted all the attention to herself. "You are the elder daughter of the Hasting family, am I right?" "Yes, the luckiest daughter on earth," Clover replied.