Erin Moriarty Blood Father Novels & Stories

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.”

She began to doubt her father, the father who broke down for the family, signed off from the might that he had, sacrificed his life, his honor for his daughters, just for them to live better and get escape from a humiliating death. But there she was unaware of herself, what she does, and what she thinks. She was totally blind of the love of the father that he had towards them, she totally doubted his father and disrespected the sanctity of the promise that they made towards her father and her family. She had fallen trap to the devilry of the darkness, her heart was carried away by the love of a boy, his name was Alpha Dara! The only son of Hugo Dara. This was a piece of bad news for everyone

“He used to be kind. He loved everything around him, the music, the books, the sunlight. His parents raised him to see the beauty in things.” “What were they like? His parents... were they Mafia too?” She held her breath, waiting. She had nothing on him, knew nothing about Domenico. If she could understand the boy who played the piano, she might understand the man who held the gun, just a little. “His father was a man of honor, the second in command of the Veronesi clan,” Emilio continued, his eyes glazing over as he reached back into the past. “Our Lady’s father trusted him more than anyone. He was the backbone of the organization, the shadow that kept the Veronesi name standing. He…”

"You kill me? Make me disappear like David?" "No. Because you're more valuable alive. And because" Morgan smiled. "Because I knew you'd try something like this. This is exactly what you father did that caused his death. Trying to gather evidence. Trying to be the hero. It's in your blood." "My father?" "Elena Santos. Daughter of Eduardo Santos. Who worked for us years. Who discovered things he shouldn't have. Who tried to expose us. And who died in a very unfortunate car accident." Morgan's smile widened. "Did you really think your connection to this was coincidental? That Victor's obsession with you was random? We've been watching your family for years. Waiting for the right moment to use y

No, no, no "This couldn’t be coincidence anymore, Victor Kane paid someone.He planned it. Her fingers tightened around the phone. Then slowly Very slowly She lifted her eyes toward Adrian. “He paid someone to kill my father,” she whispered. And for one terrifying second Adrian silently looked away.

"Your father and Mr. Morris had a spat over a land bid and a foreign project." "The spat was semi public since it happened in the auction house in front of many people. Your father threatened to 'deal with' Mr. Morris. And guess what? After Mr. Morris died, your father got the land. And the project." My stomach twisted, bile rose to my throat as my hand brushed through my hair. For years, I'd believed I crawled out from under my father's shadow long enough to shake off his sins. But this. This was new. This was something else entirely. Something I don't want to be part of but I am because I have his blood running through my damn vein.

“I can't take this, Mr. Moriarty. Why are you giving these to us?” His expression changed. His eyes drooped and a sad smile formed on his face. “I want to compensate you for what my daughter did. I am very ashamed. Please forgive me and my silly daughter.” There was a crack in his voice. “It's not your fault, Mr. Moriarty. Carolina… .she is the one to blame and it's not easy for me to forgive her. She kidnapped my son, Mr. Moriarty. She tried to hurt him. How can I— as a mother, be able to get past this and forgive her?”

I would give my daughter the best of everything—love, respect, and freedom. Even if Trent did cheat on me one day, she would always be my treasure. Trent seemed to have sensed my thoughts. He suddenly raised his hand and swore, "Babe, I swear I didn't cheat! And I would never run off with anyone!" I laughed, leaning on his arm as we left. "Honey, I'm craving some cake." "Let's go get cake then." While I sat in the car eating my cake, the psychiatric hospital called. "Ms. Laurent, your mother Katherine has just passed away."

He'd never been a person of interest to me until I saw him make out with Greta on my wedding day. Liam took the envelope from me, pulled out a file and flipped through the pages. He found the page he needed, showing it to me with a look of concern. "His father is John Morales," he pointed out at the man in the picture, "the retired coroner who ruled your sister's death an accidental overdose and your mother's death a suicide ten years ago." I felt a high overshoot of stress and worry infuse into my bloodstream. This discovery could mean a lot.

“She’s not carrying your money, moron. There’s no way your five million dollars would fit in her suitcase. She called me asking for my help. Do you expect I would decline my sister? I couldn’t tell her no when she sounded scared and broken. It’s all because of you. Your family of fucking rich narcissists.” “My father knows who her father is. He gave money to Florence to tell him who fathered Maverick.” I calmed down a bit. It pained me to admit that Terzo was always right. It was all because of my father, the reason why my wife was hurting and my marriage was in trouble. “Fuck.” He cursed further. “I swear if he’s not your father, I already skin him alive.” “Send me the picture. I’ll send it