El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

Then, her breath caught. A pair of ice cold ocean eyes staring back at her. Her whole body stiffened, a sharp sensation running through her as she stared back into his unwavering gaze. The man seated with his arms crossed, evenly narrowed eyes, a scar across his brow half hidden by his thick dark hair, and a presence that screamed power, was none other than Viktor's father, Dante Krüger. He stood out from the crowd, and it wasn't because of the domineering aura that surrounded him, but because of the deep, disapproving frown sitting on his face.

“Frank, your father was weak, but at least he knew how to manage things better than you. Just give us the girl.” A low rumbling growl comes from deep within Frank’s chest. “Say one more word about my father and I will rip your throat out and kill every fucking member of your precious horde.” I step beside Frank. I look at the vampires. “I am not going anywhere with you.” The head vampire chuckles. His eyes rake over me with a newfound interest. “Braver than your father, I will give you that.” How dare he mention my father? My blood boils, and I clench my fists. Frank’s arm shoots out in front of me before I can lunge at the arrogant bastard. The head vampire smirks. “We know plenty about you

Panic had stripped them of reason. The father reached the door first. Just as he was about to grab it, his body stiffened. "Honey… what's wrong with you?" Adam's mother asked, her voice shaking. Wendy stepped out of the room at that moment, moving at an unhurried pace. Adam's father let out a strangled sound as he raised a hand, as if trying to touch something. He no longer had the strength. A thin line of blood appeared across his neck. Under the horrified gaze of Adam and his mother, his body collapsed to the floor. His head separated from his body, blood spreading across the ground.

“Yeah, I thought as much. I wouldn't leave this rascal here completely in charge either. It's too much of a risk. They're young and reckless.” “Reckless,” Vince nodded. “And stupid.” Father laughed. I was more engrossed in staring at the man. Until our eyes met again and I looked away. Something about staring into those green, icy eyes didn't sit right. It reminded me of when he blatantly asked his men to leave the scar on my face. A scar Father spent millions to cover up. “Does he have a mate?” Father asked, breaking the little silence. “Who?” “Your son.”

Turning to me, he added sharply, "If you hadn't insisted on marrying this nobody, would he even have set foot in our house? He's fathered a love child. Make him leave with nothing and grovel for forgiveness." Gasps rippled through the crowd. Whispers followed. "The Grimes family is finished. They've crossed the Sanfords, who own the largest casino in the city. Their wealth rivals that of a small nation. Even the nobles vie for their favor." "The gambling tycoon's daughter—betrayed by her husband like this? And his love child paraded in public?" "She turned down noble suitors for a no-name entrepreneur. This marriage is wrong from the start." My mind drifted to when I was ten. I'd wandered in

The same eyes found mine. And froze. Just for a second. But I saw it. My stomach dropped. “This is Dr. Marcus Fernandez Hesse,” the director continued proudly. “Renowned neurosurgeon, entrepreneur, and head of Hesse Biotech, our partner for this project.” Hesse. The name hit like a punch. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as realization crashed down on me in sickening clarity. Hesse. Jeremy’s dad. My breath caught, my hands trembling beneath the table. I couldn’t look away from him, and he couldn’t look away from me. The room buzzed with polite applause, but all I could hear was blood roaring in my ears.

"And I swear, she's untouched. Completely clean. The Don will be very satisfied." "Look," he pleaded, "I'm even giving up my girl. So about that debt I owe you..." The man's eyes were flat as they scanned me, showing nothing. My hope vanished. He didn't recognize me. I remembered my father had been recruiting foreign muscle lately. They didn't follow the old family traditions. They only cared about money. The bald man, Rocco, walked up to me and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up. "Open your mouth," he ordered.

" I didn't answer. Having just endured the most devastating blow of my life, I was like a soulless shell. Jim sighed. "I know you're upset, and I was wrong about this. I'll investigate and clear your father's name. Come home with me first." I numbly lifted my head and stared at the wolf who'd caused my father's death. "If we proceed with the marking ceremony, my father would be your father-in-law. "He didn't leak the pack's secrets." For a split second, my tear-filled eyes seemed to stir something in him, but the next moment, Kelly grabbed his arm in a panic.

I keep staring at the entrance long after he disappears, long after the whispers start spreading through the room again, and long after reality begins to settle back into place. Because deep down, a terrifying realization has already taken root inside my chest. I didn't just lose a secret tonight. I may have lost my father.

Gregor interrupted, his voice dropping to a deadly, sensual whisper. I froze. Gregor stepped completely into my personal space. He reached out, his cool, long fingers gently brushing away a tear from my cheek. The touch was shockingly gentle, yet it sent a terrifying spike of heat straight to my stomach. “My father is a monster, yes,” Gregor continued, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “But I know his wolf. After f*cking his victim, he simply killed them, but you’re here… alive walking around while he’s sleeping calmly….”