El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

His father's head shook back and forth with each blow, as if it were on a spring. Alfonso then pushed him back till he concluded the round of ten jabs with a kick to the abdomen so many times he lost count. As a result of the kick, his father was knocked unconscious and later died from a head injury. Also, no one could accuse him of murdering his father. The old man deserved it, and since then he has become someone who earned his living from scratch when he and his mother fled from the authorities and went to Scotland. Later, in his endeavor, he met his cousin Anthony and they started their own treasure hunting business.

I gasp, tears running down my face. "Mommy, where are you?" I tried to mind link her. I took off running again so those wolves wouldn't see me. I suddenly hear a blood curdling scream. "Mommy" I yelled as I ran towards the scream, as I approached this man had my father in his grip. "Please Riftan it doesn't have to go like this, please spare my wife please" my father pleaded with the man, but it was no use the man roared and tore my father's head clean off his body.

I don’t have enough courage to face them now. His breath caught when he saw the figure standing in the doorway. The man who entered was taller than most, his presence commanding yet also suffocating. His dark hair was slicked back, and his sharp features were framed by the light as he stepped into the room. It was a face Tales had seen many times before, one that inspired fear and respect in equal measure. The man was the head of the mafia, the one they all feared. The "Father." Tales’ eyes darted toward what the Father was holding: a gun.

I didn't catch what he said before my consciousness faded away. My eyes flickered open to find myself lying on a soft, plush bed. I was in a dimly lit room, and the only sound was the quiet hum of a clock ticking in the background. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down. As I struggled to clear my foggy mind, I saw a figure standing over me, watching me with a blank expression. It was him, Soni's father. “I thought you wouldn't wake up anymore,” he said. His calm, low, gravelly voice had an unfamiliar tone to it.

“When I got to the clan, many recognized me instantly; and though the one whose head I held had his eyes open in terror in the last moments, the guards recognized him as well. The Elders came out swiftly to receive me and asked about what was going on. It was strange that people who were always so busy that they were normally out of the clan had gathered for my sake, but my rage-buried mind did not consider this at the time. In my fury I tossed the head of the boy to the one the boy had mentioned as his father. I knew that Elder; he was one of those who kept trying to convince me to return. He was called Midnight Sun.” “Midnight Sun merely gave his son’s head a cursory glance. He did not eve

Slowly he lifted his cup took another sip of rum and gently put the cup back down. “Va bene, do as you wish son. But make sure you’re not going to be present in the mission. You’re now the capofamiglia of our clan. Do not get yourself killed” he said sounding even colder than earlier “Un corpo senza testa non può sopravvivere o funzionare correttamente” (A body without a head cannot survive or function properly). “Sì padre,” Marco said as he stood. He drank the whole content of his cup and stood still for a moment with his head bent and he waited for the drink to go down a little before saying. “I’ll be taking my leave now”

Freya leveled a Handcannon right at his heart, and squeezed the trigger. Bits of bloody flesh flew up in every direction as her slug obliterated whatever was left of his chest. She then adjusted her aim very slightly, and blasted off his head as well. Bone and brain matter fanned out from his head, and splattered across the floor. It was at that point that Father’s musculature shrinked back down, and his taut skin shriveled. More than that, his blood lost much of its brightness, and whatever prevented his blood from pooling quickly, stopped.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, walking forward with a sheepish grin. “Stepmother. Don’t get all shy now. We both know my father can’t stay away from you for more than ten minutes at a time, and yet here you are, somehow still married to my idiot of a brother.” “Augustine, stop.” He raised his hands innocently. “Look, I’m not trying to stir the pot. Honestly, I’d prefer it if you ended up with my father. So, I’m just gonna keep saying it until it becomes reality. Manifestation is the new genie, haven’t you heard?”

Aurelia I gasped out in shock as I stared at the paled and white head of my father in the box. His eyes were blank, and his face was filled with blood. My heart skipped in fear as I stared at my father's dead head. Why is he doing this? I groaned in pain, and threw the box away. His head rolled out of the box, and I turned to another direction. I don't want to see my father's dead face. It hurts and hurts me in the heart that my father was killed by another person. My father is dead. My mate killed my father.