Novel & Cerita Ella Es Tu Padre Capitulo 1

Elsa stared at Eric Jett for a while. He seemed to plead with his eyes for her to accept him as her father. She turned her face back to Ruler Bentley Buthelezi and smiled before saying, "But how can that be? Is it possible for me to have a father and not be aware? As I said before, I have known only one parent all my life and that's my beloved mother, Becky. I have no idea what Eric Jett is talking about but you can ask my mother, perhaps she would know better."

"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

"I... I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming." "I can't believe the father of my child is acting like this," Elena said, her voice shaking slightly as she walked toward the bed. She waved her hand in front of her face. "It smells like a distillery in here, Lorenzo. It’s disgusting." Lorenzo froze. His brain felt like it was moving through mud. "What did you say? Father of your... what?" Elena reached into her small purse and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She threw it at him, and it landed on his chest.

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.”

“That’s why I’m so happy he found you, Reina. Because if anyone deserves someone who will love them like that… it’s both of you.” I felt my chest tighten, a strange mix of warmth and guilt swirling inside me. Elisa sighed happily, still smiling at the memories. “Anyway… that’s Paolo. My annoying, overprotective, secretly soft-hearted big brother.” The room felt lighter for a moment. Then I made the mistake of pushing just a little further. “What about your dad?” I asked softly. “What’s he really like?” The effect was instantaneous and devastating. Elisa went rigid, as if I had struck her. The bowl of popcorn slipped from her hands and scattered across the floor. Her breathing changed in a he

’ Elle whimpers as she pushes her nose against my overheated skin, I might not want her to go further but apparently no one told my cock because I’m harder than a fucking hammer. ‘Not with an audience, Killer.’ I whisper over the Pack connection while using my thumbs to brush the fur away from her eyes. “I found some people while on the road. Well, they found me, you have a father, Elle.” I’m not sure which part of what I’ve said makes her back off but she slowly walks backwards until she’s laid on the ground looking up at her naked father, she’s eyeing him like she’s trying to decide if she needs to attack him or not.

“You’ll remember eventually.” She gave Elisa’s hand a squeeze. “I’m Elizabeth Mancini. I’m your mother,” she said, then turned and pointed to the man who stood a little farther away. “And that’s Patrick Mancini—your father.” Elisa turned her gaze toward him. He stood stiffly, arms still crossed. His face was unreadable, lips tight, jaw clenched. He had blond hair with streaks of grey, and cold grey eyes that stared right at her. He wore a black suit, sharp and neat.

I chewed on my lips, ten minutes was too long and I would have my pillow trapped between my legs before he comes. Diego must have read my thoughts were he told. “Don’t hump on your pillow doll and that’s an order. Seat there like my good little daughter and wait for me.” Holy shit! He knew just how to make my pussy water for him. Leaving him in the party downstairs, I made my way back to my room, having the splendid thought of him finally fucking me, and it had me smiling foolishly. “Congratulations Elena, you finally have him as your stepfather. Congrats.” Someone clapped there hands. Lisa popped out from the shadows of one of the pillars and a smile danced along her face.

"Tell me the truth. Is Keisley Montenegro truly the father of your child?" Elisia felt a surge of panic course through her veins, and her heart started beating rapily, but she quickly composed herself, adopting a mask of innocence as she met her father's intense gaze. Of course, this is what she is good at: pretending to be innocent. "Yes, Father," she replied evenly, her voice betraying no hint of uncertainty. "Keisley is the father. We... something happened between us when we were both intoxicated."