Black Clover Who Is Asta Father Novels & Stories

Aster was so mad at him. "What about your father?" Aster with his weak hand grabbed Simon’s collar and yelled, "Don't you dare to talk about that person. I don't want to hear a single word about him. That man abandoned me and my mother and I surely don’t want to hear about the person who abandoned us.” The waiter who had just appeared inside to take the order was stunned seeing the scene inside. came inside and was stunned seeing the scene inside. Kerry hastily made Aster leave Jacob and gestured to him to take his seat.

My father picked up on the second ring. “Hello?” He sounded suspicious as he answered. That tone you use when an unknown number shows up. “Daddy, it's Astraia. I got Celeste’s message. What’s going on? It’s not like you two to be so secretive.” I asked a little concerned. “We have someone very important you need to meet, someone you should have been introduced to years ago.” He said starting to sound a little melancholy. I found myself trying to figure out why my father sounded so defeated. This wasn’t like him at all.

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.”

He was glorious. "Hello, Ava," he said in a deep masculine voice that sounded appealing and sensual to the ears. Something about his appearance struck fear in me which I was sure happens to anyone he meets. Isla who never ran away from people went into hiding and I felt a part of me drawn toward him. "Who are you?" I asked trying not to sound nervous. "I'm Clark Forest..your father." He said and left me speechless and my mouth agape. The camaraderie increased as I stared at him in disbelief.

he said to Kevan. Hearing that, Kevan glanced at Aster through the rearview mirror. "Why is that?" Aster smiled widely "Because you're sending me to kindergarten!" After that, his smile faded and he asked cautiously, "By the way, Uncle Kevan … If my teacher asks about who you are, can I say that you're my daddy? " When Kevan heard Aster refer to him as his "Daddy", his chest tightened inexplicably. Instinctively, he gripped the steering wheel, nearly flooring the accelerator.

Or he could be a great father to Zara and any future kids we decide to have. Clover. You can’t do this. We can’t go down this road, and you know that. Please, don’t do this to us. Clover says nothing, but continues to watch their interaction. My heart is heavy because I’m seeing what Clover is seeing, but I can’t ignore the situation that we find ourselves in. This just can’t be, and I hate that.

Asteria jumped in ecstasy, seeing the baby. While freshening up, she realized that if her father had knocked her down, he would have found out what was happening and rescued her parents. She did not have to worry. “Oh my, Goodness! He is so cute. I can’t believe we can finally see this precious guy. Can I hold him, please?” She begged. “Call your father first.” “Hey, Daddy. I am sorry. I was impulsive. Is everything okay?” Asteria asked. “Oh, that’s awesome. I can’t wait to see everyone.” Asteria’s eyes got wet as Anthony said everything was okay. She hung up shortly after and played with the little silent baby.

My father asked, not understanding anything either. "Don't you remember how influential and famous Josh Carter was when we were young, Roger?" My mother asked my father, approaching with a coffee and cookies that she left on the coffee table, and went to sit in the armchair next to him. "Josh Carter…?" My father muttered as he searched his mind. "The name isn't strange." "What are your parents talking about?" Joshua asked me quietly and quickly as he pretended to leave a warm kiss on my neck. I smiled at him with a shrug.

Professor Adrian Blackthorne. And my stomach dropped. Zia blinked. “Wait. Blackthorne?” Raina’s mouth fell open. “As in… Lucian Blackthorne?” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian’s father. Lucian’s fucking father. I was staring at the man who made Lucian. And he was staring back at me like he wanted to destroy me just to see what I looked like broken. WEREWOLF LINEAGE & BLOOD RIGHTS. The way he wrote it…

Aster stared back at me and my inner wolf just howled in grief while I saw the expression in his eyes soften for a second before he turned his back on me. “Yes, my father is an evil man. But that doesn’t mean I am as well! I will prove to each of you I am not like my father because I have suffered enough to choose not to be like him!” I yelled at him and the conviction in my voice made Aster glance back at me with hesitation in his eyes. Emyr, the blonde guy beside him, looked at the expression on his face and he waited for what Aster would do next. But to my disappointment, Aster turned his face away from me and gestured for the guards to watch closely on my cell.