Novel & Cerita Erin Moriarty Blood Father

Bringing down his face Ranvijay whispered near her ears. "Each drop of your blood is just saving each second of your father's life. It's your father's blood, right? Royal Solanki bloodline." Myra opened her grip and dropped the bloodied rose on the floor. Looking straight through his eyes she replied with a sardonic smile. "Each drop of my blood has a fair share of Italian Moretti family. I can say each drop of my blood is also decreasing each minute of your life too." "You..." Before he could speak some more words his phone started ringing and he left her on her own. Wounded, shattered.

One of them patted his head and said, “Alright, you’re about to go into surgery. We’ll talk after you’ve recovered.” Morris was then wheeled into the cold, sterile operating room, but he already knew that he would never see his parents again. Even though he understood that his parents had many flaws—especially his mother, who was always in debt and often got cursed by her debtors—he still wanted to see his mother one more time. At that moment, tears finally welled up in Morris’s eyes and began to stream down his face. - The next day, Serenity learned from the news that Morris’s parents had been murdered by loan sharks.

Not her body, not also her mind. Something was wrong. Not just a little wrong. Deeply wrong. Her fingers fidgeted at the edge of the mattress. Her chest ached with a feeling she couldn’t place, like someone was hiding something inside her own home. Inside her own blood. Her thoughts kept circling one thing. That file. Those papers. The Property of the Morroti family. The estate of her father’s—now registered under Beatrice Morroti. Her aunt. Her only one blood relative left.

She stared at me, her eyes filled with hatred. “Her father is a traitor. He went against the alpha and even shared some information that only the alpha and the warriors should be aware of. He broke his vow.” Elder Morgana looked away from me to stare at Damon, and she continued. “She's her father's daughter. They share the same blood. Sooner than later, it was bound for her to follow his steps without being urged to do so.”

I frowned. “What?” His eyes remained fixed on mine. “The truth.” Confusion immediately filled my expression. “What truth?” “For years, I have been conducting a private investigation. Into what really happened before my father died. I suspected his death wasn't accidental.” I stared at him in surprise. Damon continued. “For years, I kept finding things that did not make sense, every time I got close to finding answers, someone buried the evidence again.” My entire mind struggled to process everything. “I started finding connections between my father’s death, and people I never expected to be involved with. Mara is responsible for my father’s death.”

“Just answer my question and I will let you know everything else.” “Okay,” I accepted sharply. “My father’s name is Ignacio Oliver from Bluemoon pack. He was an Omega but a well-trained soldier. He died many years ago on a battlefield. My mother, Harper Oliver died many years ago too when I was just five years old. She was from Newmoon pack, the daughter of a Gamma. A father who rejected her simply because she discovered her mate and found love for herself. I am their only daughter, Muriel Oliver, a girl that lived all her life wishing to have died alongside her parents,” I explained. I sniffed and blinked the tears that welled up in my eyes away. “Does that answer your question, sir? Can I

The tiny insight into his mind as he drank from her was rapturous, the taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her tight around his c-ck, her small body against his, the scent of her skin and hair, the aching emotion of finding… He lifted his mouth from her skin, the connection breaking but leaving her overflowing with euphoria. “Morgana,” he murmured. “I must speak to you about your father.” She pressed her lips to his cheek. “I know that he was murdered by the vampires of Zeus Forest Works,” she told him. “He left a letter saying that he thought he would be, though he didn't know what they were. I have some things for you, on the kitchen table, that he put together....” She felt his frown

I said, stepping closer, “because your father sold out mine.” She blinked. “What…?” “You heard me.” My voice dropped, sharp and bitter. “Your father, Gustav Lambert, betrayed the former Tsar, my father. Because of him, there’s a bullet in my old man’s chest, and six feet of dirt over his name.” She stood, panic flashing in her eyes. “I didn’t know anything about that-” “I don’t give a damn what you knew,” I snapped, cutting her off. “You carry his blood. And blood has a price.”

I asked him, as I found myself wondering if there now was a connection between everything going on here in the city, and my attacker. “I’m not a hundred percent sure, but I know those damn vamps were involved, as his body was drained of every ounce of its blood when he was found. Something tells me though that he was doing a job for them, so he could buy himself some more time, to come up with the money he needed to save the bookstore. I know that may sound awful to you, but you have to understand that this was the only thing he had left of my mother’s. Like I said, I just wished he would have come to me for help.” He said as he put his head down, and my heart ached once again for him knowin