Erin Moriarty Blood Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

Derrick frowned. “What, is it not enough?” I looked away from the card and met his eyes. “I cannot use this money.” Nothing in this world could be taken with me when I left. The original Harriet had already died from her adoptive parents’ abuse before I ever entered this world. The only thing she left behind was her desperate wish to return home. This compensation meant nothing. At that moment, Sheila leaned against Mom’s shoulder and spoke with complete sincerity. “Take it, Sis.

Morgan hissed, rushing to him, trying to pry his hands from her mother's throat. "I am not your father, you pathetic bastard. After all I did for you, Denise? Really?" he questioned. "I killed my parents for you. I killed that stupid doctor who wanted to run the autopsy. I killed my father's lawyers....how dare you?! I'll kill you too. I am already headed to hell anyway. I might as well go out with a bang." "Detective," I called out, my voice ringing with a finality that made Denise, Armando, and a still sobbing Morgan shiver. "I believe you’ve heard enough of the confession."

“One more thing Nora. If I may ask, who is the father of your unborn child? Is it Liam?” I hesitated, but eventually, I responded. “Not Liam, but someone I shouldn’t have crossed paths with.” “Someone you shouldn’t have crossed paths with?” she repeated, her face furrowed, trying to depict the meaning of the words I had uttered. Then, she snapped her fingers as if she had remembered something. “Talking about Liam, did you hear?” “Heard what?” “That his corpse disappeared from the morgue.” I froze, feeling numb almost immediately. “What do you mean his corpse disappeared?” I asked, my heart beating heavily in my chest.

” He reported. I turned red. That was why she’d seemed a little nervous when I’d said Moran’s name in the warehouse. When I found out she was the Phantom, I knew she’d killed him, but I didn’t know the connection. “Your dad made my girl cry, Moran.” I started growling and could feel Conric stirring. ‘Only we should taste her. No one else. No one should make her cry. She’s strong, brave, and bold. I want to dig the bastard up and grind his fucking bones.’ Conric snarled in my head.

"How much do you know of your parents my love?" Morgana shrugged her shoulders, replying flippantly, "Never knew my father, but mother always told me he was a bad man, an ancient Vampyre who used to do sadistic things to her. Her name was Catalina Mannering, and she was a Lycan, that's about it really."

"You can't love him, you can't love the son of the man who killed our father!" Shock reverberated through me and I felt it in the form of a biting chill running down my spine. "What... what did you say?" "Claire, Enzo Morano killed our father. I will die first before I let you marry someone who carries the blood of the man I despise the most. He ruined our family." My body had grown weak, I couldn't move or speak. The revelation kept churning in my head till I felt dizzy and swayed but Vincent grabbed me.

Camilla's POV I never meant to crave him like this. It sneaks up on me, this sick twisted hunger, wrapping around my thoughts like smoke until I can't breathe without tasting it. Three months ago, everything shattered because of my father's stupidity. He gambled away money he never had, borrowing from shadows he couldn't outrun, stealing from one of the most dangerous man in Italy. The Mafia, Dario Moretti—The Bloodhound—they call him that for a reason. He tracks down what's owed, stolen, and he doesn't forgive. When Dario found out my dad had stolen from him, he didn't hesitate. He took the only thing left with any real value. Me.

She was a bitch, and it was something she got from blood—it ran in her bloodline. "I don't care what you say. I won't listen to you." I said, pushing my head sideways. "Really? So you don't want to know that your precious Damon is a mafia boss and he had something to do with your father? That he was the last person your father saw when he died, when he took his last breath, when he was shot?"

This irritated me to the point where I felt like throwing up. This isn’t the first time we’ve had sex but my conscience hadn’t let me be when I woke up. I kept recalling when my father broke down on the floor, shedding tears while revealing that alpha Damon was the one who cold heartedly murdered my mum. Fast forward to today and his first daughter is making love to the same man. I wiped the tears forming in my eyes and made up my mind to follow through with my father's plan and to make sure it goes as perfectly as possible. All I had to do now was to wait for my fathers next letter.