El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

"I'm not watching anymore. Turn it off." He shook his head, a smirk curling on his lips. "No." "This is funny." Funny? I repeated the word in my head, grimacing at the sound of it. Had he gone crazy? Falling out with him made me realize how shitty he was. But doing this to his own father—how could he be this cruel? If someone had told me he actually could, I'd have shaken my head. He may be a crazy bastard, unfaithful and a prick, but it was beyond my expectations that he'd have this side of him—darker, inhumane, and wicked.

Mora looked toward the darkness. ”something older has awakened because of her.” The Return of the Father The ocean suddenly split. A massive staircase appeared beneath the water. Step by step someone walked upward. Sophia immediately recognized the presence. The Father Beyond. But he looked different. He wasn’t wearing the crown of creation anymore. He wasn’t carrying power. He looked like an ordinary man. Old. Tired. Broken. He stopped before Sophia. “You finally remember.” Sophia’s expression hardened. “You knew all along.”

"Then you know I have to go—" "No." He turned me around, hands on my shoulders, until I was facing him instead of the door. His eyes were steady in a way that made me want to scream because he wasn't wrong and I already knew he wasn't wrong and that made it so much worse. "Going tonight is exactly what they want. You show up alone, scared, and you hand them the control they've been waiting for." "He's my father." "I know." "He's alone in a room he doesn't recognize and there are people outside counting how to get in and he doesn't know—"

Hope flashed across Nico's face. "Luca," he whispered, reaching out. "My boy." Luca moved back before Nico could touch him. He was five, dressed in a black suit my mother's tailor had made, but he looked steadier than most men in the room. "Do not call me that," he said. "My father died the night he denied me in front of strangers and watched them beat my mother. You are Don Varrone. Nothing more." Nico made a broken sound.

his mom requested and he eyed his mother suspiciously because this was what she usually does when the doctor comes to say something about the progress of her wellbeing "Why don't you want me here?" "Avan don't fight me, just go." He huffed and stormed out. Sierra, his mom, turned her attention to the doctor before her and said "Don't look at me like that." She said exasperatedly, Doctor Jones replied, "You've got to tell him. He's not a child, Sierra." Her eyes turned to steel "Do you have anything to tell me or came to tell me how to parent?" "Going this way never ends well, Sierra. Tell him."

It dawns on me with horrifying clarity—the blade must have been laced with oak tree venom. “Lord Easterlin and Ember send their regards,” he sneers, wrenching my mother’s head from her shoulders with a sickening crunch of severed vertebrae. “No!” The scream tears from my raw throat as he flings her decapitated head towards me, her vacant eyes forever frozen in an expression of horror. “They told me it would be a sight to make you watch me kill them, and they were right.” His lips curve into a cruel smile as he grasps a fistful of my father’s hair, wrenching his head back.

“No! Don't say that... She's been like a real daughter to me. You're just going to--” And here he stopped in mid-sentence, letting out a long and heavy sigh. A moment later I heard the cell phone being placed down on the counter-top, followed by yet another heavy breath of air. I peeked around the corner, I just had to see what was going on. And there was daddy, running his hand through his hair and shaking his head. Uh oh was right... Something big really did happen! He was such a loyal and respectful man. I didn't see how he would just give up, and I imagined he wouldn't.

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

Clean clothes, damp hair, blue eyes sharp as ever. “You went without me,” she said quietly. “You needed rest.” Her gaze searched mine. “You found something.” I hesitated. “Yeah. And you’re not going to like it.” Her voice dropped. “Tell me.” I met her eyes. “They’re using your father’s name.” She blinked once. “What?” “The old networks. The money lines. The whispers. They call him Il Fantasma Vittore. The Ghost of Vittore. They’re saying he’s alive—or that his vision still rules. Either way, they’re rallying around him.”

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.