El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

father is raising his weapon and not striking it 1st due to another zombie came and forcing its way to our broken door! *BAG!* the door has been destroyed and fall down after that the 2 zombies now are rushing towards us!! both zombies are rushing to my father and the only thing I can do is watch Papa strikes the head of the zombie but there we're 2 zombies and the other one is launching itself at the side of my father! I want to move my body but it was frozen by fear, as the zombies are slowly pushing my father all I can do was to stare... "PAPA!!!"- Dessa

"Mom, Dawn's brother, Stuart Fuller, needs the money right now to start his business. Once his project takes off, we'll pay you back with interest, okay?" "So what if her brother needs money? She's no daughter-in-law of mine. If you don't hand back that passbook right now, don't even think about leaving!" The hall was bustling with people coming and going. Countless pairs of eyes fell upon us. I watched helplessly as the light in Edgar's eyes dimmed little by little, until it finally turned into a coldness I had never seen before. He stopped pleading and silently fixed his gaze on me. When the sharp knife pressed against my neck, I saw the panicked look on Grandma's face.

And their claws and fangs had blood on them. My eyes wandered around to find my dad. But I could not find him at all. "Son, why did you do that?" I sighed in relief as I heard my father's voice from around. I looked around but did not find him on the stage either. Until I looked down towards my feet. I found the corpse of a man lying on my feet. When my eyes went towards my trophy, I gasped loudly. Instead of the trophy, I had my father's head in my hands. "Why did you do that, son? Why did you behead me? I am your father. The one who loved you with all his might." The head of my father asked me.

“Father! It was that woman! She seduced me! She threatened me! She said she’d destroy our family if I didn’t do what she said! I was forced! You have to save me!” With his treachery exposed, Dante threw all dignity aside, clinging to Vincent’s leg. “Father, she set me up! She used our family business to threaten me! I had no choice! Please, you have to help me…” Vincent shook him off in disgust. “Enough. You are no longer my son.” “Very well,” Don Salvatore nodded. “Then this is settled. Dante Moretti will be dealt with by Vincent. As for you, Miss Volkov, please inform your father that we will remember this.”

I flung the door open and walked in. “Father where…” My voice trailed as I saw the horror of my life. Father's head on a silver plate. His head was freshly cut because blood filled the plate and dripped down staining the white cloth on a table. His body lay lifeless on the ground. I stumbled back, holding my breath for what seemed like a minute, somewhat praying my eyes were playing tricks on me. The present. Ari Xavier's present was father's head. My mind blacked out for a moment as memories flooded me. The man I had always called father and thought to be immortal lay dead, his head separated from his body.

My gaze collided with his, an amused glint covering the hazel orbs like obsidian. "My mom shipped my papa's half-brother's head to his stepdad with his fingers drilled into his skull. And Papa and Daddy made a necklace with his dick and hung it around his headless neck - took pictures of him and sent them to Oleg. I am not so bad. This thing is in my blood.", "You people are evil." he countered with a shake of his head, I laughed and got up from my sitting position. Rounding the table, I placed myself right before him, then took a good look at him with a tiny small of adoration.

The sky above was a murky, deep shade of purple, casting an unsettling hue over the barren terrain. Suddenly, my father emerged from the shadows, but he looked nothing like the man I once knew. His figure was distorted, taking on a monstrous appearance. The only semblance of familiarity was his face, now twisted with anger and malevolence. It was a horrifying sight that sent shivers down tmy spine In my father's hand, he held something utterly terrifying and unimaginable. My mother's decapitated head. The sight was gruesome and heart-wrenching. My father's maniacal laughter echoed through the desolate landscape, causing the ground to tremble with each chilling cackle.

The Charcoal Old Lady had died in a neighborhood fire. Her son had known exactly how to use the extinguishers and the hydrants but when he turned the valve, no water came out. All he could do was watch helplessly as his mother burned alive. The Headless Boss had been the son of a cult leader. He was brilliant, graduated from a top university, and had finally managed to escape his twisted family. But his parents, completely brainwashed, believed that eating their own son’s brain would grant them immortality. One night, while his guard was down, they used a dull knife to hack off his head and actually tried to crack open his skull for the “ritual.”

“W–What…? No… no, no, no, this—this isn’t… Dad? Dad?! Oh God!” Cole’s scream was high-pitched, broken, as he cradled his father’s head to his chest. He wailed like a child, shaking. I didn’t even notice Renato cross the room. One second he was at the door, the next he was towering over Cole. He kicked him down, tearing Paul’s severed head from his hands and hurling it out the window like trash. Cole collapsed to his knees, a strangled howl ripping out of him. “No! No—Dad!” His shaking hands reached out blindly, as if he could still clutch what was gone. His eyes snapped to me, wild, bloodshot. “Please, not him. He has nothing to do with this.”

Cameron stood frozen in place, and his parents were seemingly unable to believe what they had just heard. "My son, how did you get HIV? Could it be that the hospital made a mistake?" Betty asked in disbelief. While shaking his head weakly, Cameron replied, "I've gotten tested many times. It's always the same…" Betty and Ronald, who had initially been holding his hands, unconsciously let go and even frantically wiped their hands on their sleeves. Cameron never imagined that even his own parents would reject him.