Destiny's Son の小説・ストーリー

Destiny woke up in her bed. It had been a year since she had the talk with Missy and everything had been smooth sailing after she was accepted into the pack. Today was a stressful day for her, though. Last night, she found out her father was going to be coming and she didn't want to see him. She was afraid to face him after what happened. It had been almost four years since she saw him last. Destiny offered to take her to Sea Cave Pack for the day and let her relax on the beach while she was with Kellie.

He hugged the baby as much as he could because that was his link to Scott. Two years later they got the shock of their lives when a message was sent and Alexis found out Mandy and her step dad were still alive. Destiny was three now and Scott Jr. was two and looked a lot like his daddy. He had Scott's features, hair and personality that made everyone happy. He also called Scott's picture daddy.

Orange will be absorbed by LA, and David will manage LA alongside me. My head was spinning. Those present, even with Mickael dead in the room, applauded. And me? I remained paralyzed. - Sarah will help me until David can does it himself. I have to remember who I am, Sousa, the bosses. God, I have to remember myself. - Son? "Son? Did my father choose to call me son after everything I've been through? After I killed my brother?” If I hated my father for what he did to me and my mother, I now hate him more than ever. Today, he gave me carte blanche to destroy the entire organization.

She didn't want too and then implored me to take imidaite decision about the boy she kept locked up in the basement. I asked some few men to take the boy up to the big house, Mom was angry as she left cursing at me and the boy .. "What's your name,". I offered him a chair in the office. He sat down and shakily answerd.. "I'm Damien Crosse". "Damien? Nice name, where are your parents?". I asked him another question... The question seemed to have gotten a reaction from him, because he looked sad and was about crying. "Dead, I lost them in a young age". He disclosed to me .

Destiny is running late so we did not walk together this morning. Destiny is my best friend. She is a Bampire, and her father is Trey. Mom turned them when I was months old. We are the same age, our parents, kept us together since we were infants. We are inseparable. I would do anything for her, and she would do the same for me.

Everyone bowed their heads at their Alpha's strong aura, while Mia seethed in anger. "As I was saying, John has been living amongst humans all his life," Darius reiterated, his voice commanding attention. "And as for Sera? They are connected in more ways than one. We all recall how Sera and some others came to be part of this pack... We also know that Sera was distraught at losing her only grandchild. Well, that grandchild is finally here. Destiny and the fates decided to put John on a path back to his family and roots," Darius continued, his tone imbued with encouragement as he squeezed John's shoulder reassuringly.

Maybe not ever. He’s Moonstone. A son of the Alpha who kidnapped their daughter. The former promised mate of Grace Nightshade. And now? He’s my mate. The father of the child growing inside me. I stand off to the side, arms crossed tightly over my chest, willing my face to remain unreadable. But the bond on my neck betrays me. It hums with awareness, reacting to him, like a fire refusing to die. Declan’s voice breaks the silence, sharp, firm, and low. “You want to stay here. On our land?”

“It wasn’t really your father. It was the goddess. She took over his body.” My jaw nearly drops. She actually expects me to believe that? “It wasn’t him,” she insists, her eyes locking on Dante’s like she’s passing him some secret code. “You know his condition.” “What condition?” I rasp, my voice hoarse. “I’ve lived in this house for almost five years. I’ve never seen any condition.” Celeste ignores me like I’m invisible. “Dante, it’s because of the Turning. And because you’ve finally met your true mate, the one destined for you. The goddess possessed your father to remove the obstacle.”

Mom always told me, "Your stomach's weak, you can't handle too much of it." It wasn't until much later that I understood — it wasn't that I couldn't eat it. She just didn't want to give me any. My voice came out cold. "I'm not going." Her tears spilled over all at once. "Ryan, how did you turn into this? That's your father!" I looked at her. "Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'"