Erin Moriarty Blood Father Novels & Stories

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.”

She didn't understand. Morrey stood and walked over to the fireplace, bracing one hand on the mantle. "Despite the fact that our acquaintance is mere minutes old, I will confide in you, Lady Letticia, because I should like to enlist your aid." He glanced at her, a rueful smile hovering about his lips. "My mother died when I was young and my sister was a mere child. My father's loneliness was immense, and he sought comfort with a mistress, a woman named Elizabeth Brookstone. She was not of the peerage, but rather the daughter of a gentleman who'd fallen on hard times. As my father lay dying, he confessed the affair and the existence of a child, Gillian. He told me he had intended to leave the

he replied. She chuckled. "Still as dramatic as ever." "I prefer the term alive," he said flatly. "What do you want?" "I want an alliance," she said smoothly. He raised a brow. "From a Morano?" Her smile darkened. "Correction, I'm not a Morano. I was a pawn, a mistake raised by a man who wasn't even my father. My mother birthed Morano — The late Mafia lord. That makes me the forgotten daughter, because I disown the man that's supposed to be my father, long time ago.

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

“Show me the thief.” The screen turns red with text as the number matches with so many transactions. And my blood runs cold when I see the name blatantly stated there. Big, bold, and shameless. David Morgan. Mira’s father. He’s the embezzler.

The man’s blood stained my white shirt. Lily came down the stairs, sensing the tension, and looked straight at me. Darkness had taken over me long ago — this was just another normal day. The metallic scent of blood. The sound of gunfire. It was nothing but routine. "We swept the entire perimeter, boss. No one else out there." "Okay." I sighed. Everything had been tormenting me lately. Especially the fact that I might really be the father of Bianca Moretti’s child. It felt like a nightmare I could never wake up from.

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

That was the original plan. "Dad, what if I bring you the blood myself?" I whispered, vanishing from her sight and clutching my phone tightly as I waited for my father's guidance. "It wouldn't work. There's no way she'll willingly give her blood to you. Remember, she's Lord Bernard's daughter. He's a dictator. Besides, we need to get something else from her father for over her release. Don't do anything foolish and risk losing the chance to help someone you care about deeply," Dad advised before ending the call.

I snapped as I looked at the DNA test NEGATIVE, the word spelt out in bold black print, telling me once more that the life my wife lived was a lie, she would be devastated Every tear she shed for this would be paid for in blood "Sir, there's more," he said "What could I be this time?" I asked " Neither of them is her parents, and if I may ask, do you remember the news about the father of the Morales family back in 2000?" " Yes, I do, their daughter was reported missing and later dead by the police, it was a car accident," I said as I remembered the events that I read in the file. I liked to be informed about everything that went on in my world