El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

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.

Right? "State your business, what exactly do you want?" Father stepped up like the alpha he was. "We have a wedding to return to." He took short strides till he got up in Father's face, tsking and being sinister. He really earned his title as The Hideous Beast of the West judging from the multiple scars on his chin. I wasn't too sure about the hideous part but he was definitely a ruthless monster.

My mother's face turned pale with pain, and even her voice was shaking as she said, "Vincenzo, let me go! Lia's still a child!" Vincenzo let out a sneer, his eyes full of contempt. "She's nothing but a fatherless kid! If you don't apologize to Carla, whatever comes next isn't my fault!" The guests all stood by and watched. Some looked uneasy, but no one dared to step forward. They were afraid of Vincenzo's influence, and they were even more afraid of getting dragged into trouble. One by one, they lowered their heads. "Sofia had a daughter before getting married, and nobody even knows who the father is..."

He kept looking from his father to the paper that he was flaunting to his face for acceptance and signing. "Tick-tock, time is going by." Cappuccino smiled like he meant no harm. To deal with a Maniac, one needed to be a maniac for a while and that was just the case with his son - Alexander Leonardo.

I don’t need to visualize what my father would do to me if he finds out that I wasn’t home before the dusk. I live in a world where my life was decided for me even before I was born and since last twenty-one years, it has been the same. I can’t even breathe without my father’s permission. My father is Desmond Wilson, the head of the American mafia syndicate. He is the most feared man, the human incarnation of Satan, what people call him in the whispers of night. His power radiates off him, power that demanded respect and obedience from everyone, the business, enemies and family.

Venom clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle a scream, tears streaming down his face. Trembling, he fumbled with his schoolbag and began recording the horrific scene on his phone. His father, enraged by the loss of his wife and son, struggled against the men restraining him. But Dr. Antonio stepped forward, injecting him with an unknown substance. Venom’s eyes widened in horror as his father’s skin began to peel, blood dripping from his ears, mouth, and nose.

When my siblings saw me like this, disgust was written all over their faces. I fetched water myself and cleaned my wounds. I'd just finished bandaging them when Adrian, Damian's estranged father, suddenly showed up. He stormed straight into my room, and the moment he saw my injuries, he whirled around and slapped Damian across the face. "You treat your own daughter like this and you still think you deserve to be Alpha?" "You better give me a damn good explanation today, or I'm not letting this go!"

Grandpa's slap was hard and heavy, snapping Dad's head to the side and drawing a thin line of blood from the corner of his mouth. Dad froze, utterly stunned that this usually gentle old man could unleash such raw power. Mom rushed forward to pull Grandpa back, pleading, "Sir, please don't do this. Theo didn't mean to do it. It really was just an accident—" "An accident?" Grandpa flung her hand away, his bloodshot eyes glaring daggers at her.

My father shouted furiously, but I remained silent. "I'm asking you! Who's the father of that child? " father shouted again that made me almost jump out of fear "F-Francis. Francis Monteverde" I stammered in response "What?!The Prince of vampires?!" father asked angrily. "Y-yes," I replied, "Have you lost your mind, Arissa?! You know your relationship is not possible, right?!" My father shouted,

”Kill them. In a split second, my father’s head is ripped from his body. The moment of shock is all it takes for another to stand in front of my mother, his hands gripping her wolf’s head, ready to decapitate her as well. I turn, grabbing hold of his arm and ripping it from his body. I see the shock on his face an instant before I swipe my claws across his throat, slicing his head off.