Bones Ferdinand Novels & Stories

“Ferdinand, it was your brother’s fault for ambushing the Black Dragon army and causing the death of many of my comrades-in-arms. I didn’t expect you to repeat the same mistake.” James approached him and lifted Ferdinand by his collar. “Do you really think I won’t kill you?” “H-Have mercy, Black Dragon! The border is at peace, and you’re no longer the Black Dragon General. If you kill him, a war could break out.” “Is that so?”, James sneered. Immediately, his face darkened. He grabbed Ferdinand’s neck and curled his fingers around it forcefully. Ferdinand’s neck let out a sharp snap, and he died before he could say anything else.

They've become an investigative team of their own after all,bent on riding the world of bad eggs like fucking Ferdinand. The name! It struck something, something to place with the face. Fuck, more pieces of this jigsaw puzzle was falling into place and shit wasn't looking good at all. JoJo's uncle Ferdie sounded a lot like the bastard they had, the same one that he'd just watched do the most despicable of things. And it wasn't so far get he'd anymore to fix that Ferdie was the short form of fucking Ferdinand. That made everything worse. The man was a snake, a back stabbing bastard and how Tom Collen would have gotten himself and his family mixed with a man like that still eluded him.

Regardless, Ferdinand then stomped his foot so hard onto the platform that it left a circular dent within it! Following that, he used all that force to leap into the air like some ferocious tiger! Despite facing that feral man, Gerald remained as cool as a cucumber as he slowly lifted his leg… before swinging it right into Ferdinand’s stomach! Instantly sent flying backward, Ferdinand landed quite a distance away with a loud ‘thud’! Upon witnessing that, everyone was momentarily stupefied. When they recovered, however, they quickly began murmuring among themselves in admiration.

"This is our daughter." Ferdinand's gaze shifted to me, his eyes reflecting a blend of surprise and delight. "You are beautiful, my daughter," he said, embracing me. "Finally, we are together as a family. Enjoy your stay here." I hesitated, unsure if I should address him as 'father'. But before I could utter the word, Ferdinand had already turned his attention to Nicholas. "Prince Nicholas, my good nephew, how are you?" "Not good since my father died," Nicholas replied, his tone laced with underlying bitterness.

an older voice spoke in the room and I raised my gaze to see Ferdinand. He had his hair styled in his usual gel backward. He smoked a cigar and turned his gaze to Diego. “About time you came in. I guess I have Matteo to thank for that,” Ferdinand said. “I told you I needed some time to think,” Diego argued. “It took too long. I'm an old man. I might not have up to a week left in me,” Ferdinand responded. “That's if your lungs don't give out first,” Diego argued back. I smiled and took three steps forward. “Seems you both already resolved your issues.”

Ferdinan never had the chance to explain his feelings for Erika to Alan; he had to leave because his mission was completed, and he had to disappear without a trace. Erika stood there, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her memories with Ferdinan flashed before her eyes. He had always been there for her. After her parents passed away, leaving her an orphan, Ferdinan had been her superhero, always ready and vigilant by her side. Unbeknownst to Erika, Ferdinan had been sent by her father before his death to protect her from her uncle and relatives who sought to harm her for the inheritance.

She had the same look as her father, and the broad cheeks were too obvious. “Did you say, avenge? Is Ferdinand dead?” Jidenna shared a confused look with his friend. “My queen.” He bowed, “I said, avenge. But Ferdinand? No. Who in the world of our ancestors is that?” “It is your father, girl, that’—.” Mary was saying before Godson cut in. “Actually, instructor. This one is a boy.” “Oh” Mary nodded, “anyway. Ferdinand is the name we gave to the man who bore this parchment.”

“Shaina and her family are now fully trusting me. They’re relying on me completely. Everything is settled. She plans to end the bond after Liliana’s tenth birthday in four months. That gives us enough time to prepare for what comes next.” Ferdinand leaned back, a wide grin spreading across his face. Victory tasted sweet. “A little celebration won’t hurt.” He ordered the servants to bring up his most treasured wine from the cellar, the one he saved for special occasions. They poured generously and drank together, the rich liquid loosening their tongues and heightening the mood. Ferdinand eventually pulled Paloma onto his lap and pressed him against his already hard cock. She giggled playfully

Ferdinand was not yet 55 years old, but his physique was like that of a grandfather who was approaching seventy years. His body was thin, his hair turned white and fell out, and his body and face were covered with wrinkles. He could still walk but couldn't go far and needed a crutch or a cane. His eyesight was already starting to have problems; this man was a bit myopic now. This disease was acquired because of his past who liked to play with many women and have fun with them without thinking about the risks he could take. At this time, they approached Professor Hoffman, who was Ferdinand's personal physician. At that time, this middle-aged man was giving directions to his assistants.

"Kieran, what are you talking about?" It seems like she isn't aware of what's going on and so, I revealed, "Your son's involve in Luna's attack." Her eyes widened, and she looked like she'd been punched in the gut. Then, she broke down in sobs. "Ferdinand's dead. He died the same day Luna was attacked." I was stunned. "He died the same day Luna was attacked?" I asked, seeking clarification. Ferdinand's mother nodded, her eyes brimming with tears.