Erin Moriarty Blood Father Novels & Stories

“My parents are the Gamma’s, Idris and Jasira, and my cousin here is the daughter of our former Beta.” “Beta and Gamma blood?” Takota questions. Morrigan swallows harshly before nodding. “Idris is my mother’s brother, and our current Beta is my father’s brother,” she forces out. Takota nods. “May I ask what happened to your parents?” she questions hesitantly. Morrigan takes a deep breath. “My mother became sick when she was pregnant, and she died shortly after giving birth to me. My father passed soon after,” she explains.

“I…I.. never sold my sperm. My life memories are still fresh. I don't think I have sold my sperm.” “If you haven't sold your sperm, how come you are the father of Amber? DNA test results can't lie. Let me be sincere to you, when Amber's blood matched perfectly with your blood when you were in the hospital, I became curious, but I overlooked it. Our only priority then was for you to get well. I never knew my mom took a further test. It's not her fault.” Mr Morgan was dumbfounded and he didn't know what to say. He turned and left Adrian while Adrian was still looking at the window.

Called him a mistake, the bastard offspring of bloodlines never meant to mix. But I knew better. Because I saw the bracelet once before. Not in a vision. Not in a dream. But in the hands of his mother’s father, a warrior so noble he was erased from the records to bury the shame of his daughter's disgrace. Alejandro Bloodfang. Possibly the father of this boy everyone is after.

"It’s gone. Mira Moretti... She shot me. She told me to tell you...she’s coming for you." Father stood up so fast his chair hit the floor. His face turned a deep, angry purple. He didn't even look at the guard’s wound. He only cared about the millions of dollars turning to ash at the docks. "Toasted?" Father roared. his voice shook the room. "You let a girl burn my empire? You let that Moretti brat walk into my territory and light a match?" "There were too many of them, sir! We tried to…" "You tried?" Father reached into his waistband and pulled out his gold-plated gun.

"This is the report for Lia's paternity test. Lia is my biological daughter." Everyone in the banquet hall was stunned before discussions erupted. I was equally stunned. So… That was the truth. Matteo truly was my father. In my last life, he had avenged my mother and me because we were his family. Matteo took out a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto Vincenzo's wrists. "You spread lies about the heir of the Rossi family and harmed Don Rossi's daughter and granddaughter. Take him to the cells where he will be punished for his transgression."

she said, “and they will because you’re your father’s daughter and infinitely more careful about it, I need access. Not for profit. Not to sell. I’m dying, Morana. I need whatever stabilizes this before it kills me and I’m not asking you to trust me. I’m asking you to let me live long enough to actually deserve whatever chance I get.” I sat with that for a long moment, the noise of the café continuing around us, completely indifferent to what was happening at this table. “You spent five years helping him,” I said quietly. “You identified my blood type. You built the distribution network. You watched me disappear into that house and you never once—”

Their mouths opened and closed, but nothing came out. Veronica and Marco were loaded into the squad car, and my father got into another to go in for questioning. Before he climbed in, he turned and said something to me. "All these years, I thought you were just a girl, that you couldn't carry the future of the Moretti name. No matter how well you did, I never gave you the credit you deserved. Now I see, my daughter, Salvatore Moretti's daughter, is extraordinary. I've been blind. Get some rest tonight. I'll go handle this with the lawyers. I'll be back soon. When I'm back, we'll have that drink together. As a family." I'd held it together all day, but that cracked me wide open. I looked at h

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

He could feel every single throb and pulse his veins made and it drove him crazy with every passing second. “What the fuck did you do, Ma?” He felt hot tears run down his cheek but when he raised his hand to wipe them, he saw blood. He was just crying blood. “But I won’t let you die Kevin Morris. You proved to be your father’s son, and you don’t deserve me.” She brought out a knife from one of her drawers. She walked over to Kevin’s hand and slit his palm gently with the dagger until she was sure the drug placed on the dagger had penetrated him.

She sighed. "This is him. The name from the ledger is "A.W.M. Abraham William Moretti." "No." Before I could finish speaking, her head began to shake. "No, you stated it was not confirmed. You said —" "I said that to protect you." I wasn't prepared to tell anything until I was certain." "And now you are?" "Yes." She stood abruptly and paced across the room. Her bare feet struck the tile with soft, furious sounds. She wrapped her arms about herself. "The man who kills without blinking," she explained. "The man who murdered whole families. "That man... is my father?" "He was lied to," I said. "He told me he thought you had died. That someone told him that you were kidnapped.”