Bruce Wayne Is Marinette's Biological Father Novels & Stories

She asked Martin "Aaron's father's name is Lucas. He was the godfather of the mafia of Italy before he died. " "Lucas and Vicente were best friends since childhood." "What if they were best friends?" She asked for the confirmation Martin nodded his head. "We all together have completed our graduation and we belong to one group." "But, the strongest friendship in our group was that of Vicente and Lucas." Martin said while remembering their bonding "When Lucas was becoming the godfather of the mafia, your father joined the group as a Consigliere." Martin revealed the information "Your mother doesn't like the mafia, so she doesn't like your dad working for the mafia."

“I know a lot of you have questions, and I will get to them, but first, I would like to address the rumours of my death because, as you all can see, I am not dead. Earlier this week a threat was sent to me, threatening not just me but my family. I took the appropriate measures to keep me and my family safe. But still, they found a way; they tampered with my jet, and unfortunately, it crashed, taking the life of my pilot. When I saw what was happening, I pretended to be dead, so we would be able to catch the perpetrators, and we have. “Earlier this morning, the NYPD and the London police department, in a joint operation, arrested Mr Smith, his son James and also my brother Lyon in connection

I shouted, remembering his sexy face get exposed behind that ugly mask as he and the other men scurried away, leaving Marie lifeless. “It was an order,” Bruce said with a deep breath. “From who?” I asked, controlling my pacing pulse. “Doesn’t matter. Marie always wanted that fate.” Bruce added, throwing me off balance. “What?” I frowned, refusing to let him play with my head. “She fucked my best friend, gave my child up for adoption and then lied to my parents that I was arrested by the police knowing how damn religious my parents were. They disowned me, believing her crappy story saying I stole from an old lady. I can go on and on about how much of a bitch Marie was and I won’t feel bad abo

“Well I got the information I needed, he passed the same information he gave Vladamir to Alpha Brad and Alpha Owen. Alpha Owen we shouldn’t worry about as your dad took the alpha title away from him whilst searching for the Geminis to wake you, he passed the title down to his eldest daughter’s mate but as he isn’t of alpha nor beta blood, he’s harmless. And Brad I will deal with I assure you. Oh, and Wayne lost a hand, but his heart continues to beat” “Alpha Brad as in your cousin? Why would he need to know anything about me? Are you going to kill him? Wayne, I mean. I know at one point I said he deserved to die but I was angry I had just lost my aunt and thought I would lose my uncle too, b

"What are you talking about?" Adrian ran a hand through his hair, looking tortured. "Your father, David Chen—he's been feeding us intelligence about tech companies that might pose a threat to supernatural beings. Your mother, Sarah... she's a geneticist who's been monitoring your bloodwork since you were sixteen, watching for signs that your werewolf genetics might activate." The room tilted sideways. "My what?" "Your biological father wasn't just any werewolf," Elena said gently. "He was Marcus Chen—no relation to your adoptive family—one of the most powerful Alphas in Northern California. He was killed protecting a human settlement from hunters twenty-eight years ago."

"Move aside! If I don’t deal with this liar today, I won’t call myself Zeke!" Hearing Zeke call out his name, Sebastian realized—this man was Zeke? Caitlin didn’t budge. She urgently tried to reason with Zeke, "You can’t hit him!" "Why? Why are you protecting him?" "Because he’s the biological father of my sons!" "…" Zeke froze. Sebastian was the biological father of Bruce and Arthur? Just the thought that Caitlin had children with this man made Zeke feel a wave of discomfort and frustration.

Omegas tend to run small, myself being the smallest I know of. I’m the daughter of Beta Dimitri Bloomfield, and the late Brinna Bloomfield, stepdaughter of Aurora Bloomfield. I have two old brother, Jax and Colby, and one younger brother, Braxton. Jax, Colby, and Braxton are the products of my father and stepmother. I’m the only product of my father, and my mother, his fated mate.

Bruce was second in line, his brother Conrad, was supposed to be dad’s Beta. Bruce and Conrad had been out on patrol one early morning when they got a mind-link that rogues had breached the northern border. By the time my grandfather, dad and our warriors got there, Conrad was dead. Bruce was holding his brother’s dead body in his arms, crying. The area looked like a fight had happened and Bruce had injuries that were slowly healing. He was covered in blood that we assumed was rogue blood mixed with his and Conrad’s since he was holding his bloody body. No one ever questioned his story. I mean why would they, Conrad was his brother. What if Bruce arranged to have his brother killed for the B

"Everything about my father. About Ethan. About this genetic condition. All of it. No more secrets." Marcus nodded, and started to speak. As he talked, some things started clicking together. Now had the face of Arthur Statham been there in its entirety. Not just a baker. Not just a mafia associate. But a man standing up to protect his family by dismantling a criminal empire. Just a man like myself, I saw. Struggling to create something better for the children he loved.

Luca finishes explaining everything as dad looks at Gwen. “Ok, so let me get this straight. My girlfriend is a phoenix as is her sister. My dead wife’s accident was indeed an accident, but the man who was after indirectly caused it. My biological father’s family, apparently “bat shit crazy”, as Sienna would say, are still looking for me; they just don’t know if I was a boy or a girl. They would also possibly help the crazy asshole that is after my daughter. However, they can’t touch her since she is marked, and if I let Gwen mark me, they can’t touch me without causing a war.” My dad says. “Yeah, that is it in a nutshell. It didn’t sound as crazy when we were talking about it yesterda