Ella Es Tu Padre Capitulo 1 Novels & Stories

"Stop being a dick and a shitty father, and I'll stop breaking your sniffer." Logan pulls himself together and up off the ground as I slide into the back seats of the car, Chilli still in my arms. Father gets into the driver's seat and turns the key, feeling the vibration of the engine, I glance out the window to observe Logan brushing himself off or patting for his own car keys, to I'm guessing, follow the officer's police car to the station for Maria, to try and bail her out. Letting out a slight sigh, I look down at my beautiful mate. She looks so peaceful as I brush a stray hair from her face to kiss her on the forehead. "Elias?" I look up to see Father glance at us in the rearview mirro

Elena rolls her eyes. “Where is your father?” Eduardo questions her. “He is dead!” Elena replies angrily. “Whoa whoa whoa,easy peasy little mouse” Eduardo chuckles. “What does my late father has to do with all these?” Elena queries. “Your real father is not dead!” Eduardo finally says. Elena’s eyes widens as she stares at Eduardo in disbelief. “My real father?” “Yes,your mother was a whore like you” Eduardo says as he smiles mischievously.

Third POV. “Dad?” Elana asked as she couldn’t believe it. Although it had been a long time since she saw her father, she couldn’t still recognize his voice anytime she heard it. She turned around and looked at the man who was at the entrance. If one didn’t know, they would mistake Josiah for being older than the other man because the man still looked young. “Yes it is me, my dear child,” Elias said with a smile on his face when he hurriedly walked towards his eldest daughter.

Funny. Upon entering her father’s office, Elisia found her father reading a paper. A stern and strict expression is on her father’s face. Ever since her father’s business bloomed, she rarely saw her father smile, unlike before. “Elisia, sit down.” Her father did not even look at her. Elisia did what her father told him; she took a seat. The feeling of uneasiness and anxiety in her heart grew even stronger. “What’s the matter, Dad?” she asked, trying to be as calm and cautious as possible.

Wearing a dark coat. Adrian's face changed. “That's not possible.” The man smiled. “I've been hearing that a lot tonight.” Elena looked at Adrian. “Who is he?” Adrian didn't answer. The man stepped into the light. His eyes settled on Elena. Then he said— “I'm Daniel Cross.” And I'm your father.

Then the first one knelt. “You don't have to.” Elias looked at him. The other Kael knelt beside him. “We're both your father.” Elias began crying. “But only one of you was with me when I was little.” The older Kael's face broke. “I was.” “And only one of you remembers my first word.” The first Kael looked at him. “I do.” “What was it?” Kael smiled through his tears. “You tried to say Mama.” Elias smiled. “No.”

“The girl gave you the fight that you’ve itching for and even made you bleed. I’d say your ego took a huge hit” Heat flushed my face. “Shut up, Luca!” “Relax,” he said, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just saying… she’s got fire. Cute, too.” I shot him a look that could have cut steel. For some reason, I didn’t like him admiring Eloise. It made me sick. My father chuckled, deep and low, cigar smoke curling from his lips. “Fire,” he repeated, like he was tasting the word. “Her father had fire too. Tristan Walker. Shadow.”

I was about to walk away from him, deeming him unfit for my strength when I heard heavy farmiliar sound approach behind me. Santiago’s voice slipped through the tension. “Marco?” Matteo’s voice followed, but a bit lower, colder. “Who is this?” My father’s eyes lit with interest. “Ah, friends. You never told me you had friends.” He stepped forward, extending a hand like he had every right to be introducing himself to them. “Elijah. Marco’s father.” Santiago’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t shake his hand. Matteo hesitated, then reluctantly accepted it, out of courtesy rather than respect. “I’m Matteo Dela-Cruz, Marco's friend.”

Sometimes, the static sparked so intensely it hurt my eyes. I finally snapped, swatting away his hand as he reached for me, and demanded: "Who are you?" "Elias." "Send me home." "Is this revenge?" "What are you talking about? Why did you bring me here? How do you know my name?" "Elias Reyes." "How do you know my name?" "This is boring." "......." "How about trying something else? Like threatening to kill me." "What...?" He took a big step toward me, and I flinched backward. He hesitated, then slowly looked down at the distance I had retreated. Then he laughed.

Picks something up a photo. He tosses it in my lap. It’s old, creased at the corners. A woman—my mother, unmistakably—standing next to a man. Tall, dark hair, strong build. My mother is pregnant in the picture. Her smile lit up the room. But it’s not Daniel. “That’s your mother, right?” I can’t speak. My throat closes. I know who the man in the photo is… Luca continues, voice quieter now. “Her name was Evelyn. And the man next to her is my father. Sebastian’s father. Your father, too.”