Novel & Cerita Erin Moriarty Blood Father

I wasn't going to let this room swallow me whole. He studied me for a moment. Like he was deciding how much to reveal. "Your mother's name before marriage," he said, "was Morgan Moreno." I stared at him. "Yes," I said slowly. "So?" "Moreno is not just a surname," he continued. "It belongs to a bloodline. One that has been caught in the middle of a business war for over two decades." My breath stilled. "A war?" I repeated. "Between two men," he said. "My father. And Sylvester Cane."

I tell my father as I pour the blood in the vial, and he says I’ll have to have something else because his head will already be his. When I ask him about Maia, he says she’s not herself, but she hasn’t said anything to him. I told him what happened. He knows Maia knows I killed Everett, but she has no idea that Father knows. I hate what’s happening between us right now, and mending our relationship is the first thing I’m going to do after giving birth and taking care of everything that I must. Father tells me I mustn’t worry about that now before adding that if she was going to tell somebody, she would have done so by now.

"Well, he won't be able to link it to Chris and me to it," comes another voice, one I don't recognize. "And till he does, he can't figure out that the Leader of the Nelo Clan is heading this whole thing. You just keep the money flowing, and we'll handle the rest." There's a certain smugness to his tone. Money? I'm connecting the dots as they speak. If Morris's father is involved in his drug trade - My brows knit together. Morris mentioned something about having found a few secret bank accounts that belonged to his father. he didn't know where all that money came from.

One was ours and The other… a symbol I didn’t recognize. I flipped the page. Numbers. Routes. Trades. And then, my father’s face staring up from one of the photographs. Don Matteo Moretti. Alpha of Casa di Moretti. Murdered ten years ago by the Varelli Syndicate. My knees went weak. “That’s—” My voice broke. “That’s my father.” Tristan froze. “Your what?” I shoved the photo toward him, my hands shaking so badly the paper crumpled. “That’s him, Tristan. I remember. My mother showed me once before Marcus found it—before he beat me for having it.”

"There have been three other incidents like this over the years but the last one was over a decade ago, so I have been in control of my appetite for quite some time, as you can see." "My godmother was able to do some digging and research but not much without alerting the elders. She even did a DNA test confirming Alpha Cole was indeed my father. The only possible answer she could come up with was that my mother was mixed with two different species, a wolf, of course, and then Lycan. With four generations of only werewolf genes, the Lycan gene should have been dormant. But it looks like that isn't the case for Margot and I." I looked at my children's shocked faces.

“And why the hell would it change?!” “I don’t know! You tell me! The blood had changed into that of Dimitri’s! And guess what? We also have someone here in the city who possessed the same blood type. I watched Lady Morelli’s blood morphed into something as hideous as that bastard’s blood type! And when I compared them, the sample you gave me and her blood is the same. Her father is Dimitri! I ran the test myself! They are ninety-nine-point nine percent matched! She is a full-blooded Hunter who is destined to end us all!”

“Because I love you. If I don't, Maverick will, and he's going to hurt you,” Morris replied, his tone bitter. “I convinced my father to let me have you after this. If not, he could easily dispose of you because you're worthless once I have drawn your blood. Emma looked at Morris with anger and disbelief. “How could you do this? How could you come unto my world only to wreck it? What did I do to deserve this? Is this me paying for my parent's sin, which I have no clue what it is?”

Blood seeped through her dress right away. "My daughter, huh? My so-called daughter who's conspiring with some man! How could you ever compare to my beloved Sienna?" Mom hissed. Morrigan froze for a moment before she stammered nervously, "No… that's not true, Mom. I did it because I love you…" Mom pressed harder with her heel until Morrigan coughed up blood. Then, she gestured to Gavin. A bloodied man who was bound tightly was dragged into the hall.

I was just a blood bank to them, and I was being abused. My fucking father, Arnold Vale, is a reckless and cruel person. He almost drowned me in the sea just for saying no! I don’t even know the fucking reason they wanted my blood. I’ve never seen them drink it or taste it, as they’re not vampires or whatever, they don’t burn in the sun. What the fuck is that idiotic thing they’re doing?! I never killed her grandmother! I told that bastard to check on her grandmother, as I always watched their house to see Melisa, but that

"My dad was right. My fate at the sisters' sanctuary is sealed.” "Breathe, Adora," Morgana cupped my face. "I'll talk to him, I promise.” “What difference will that make, and who the hell is he?” I cried, wiping my tears with the back of my palm "Some wealthy woman's son. They belong to the Blood Moon pack. Her mom and my dad are friends," she said flatly. "My dad hardly respects people, but when he does, the person must be influential." "Now that's even worse. To top that, he has a girlfriend. My life sucks.”