Erin Moriarty Parents Novels & Stories

I knew Morris was well off, but when I thought rich, I didn't think of a luxurious mansion with sprawling gardens that belong in some movie and a driveway so long that my legs ache just looking at it. I turn my head toward Morris to say something, but the dark look on his face has me snapping my mouth shut. Somebody's in a bad mood. He must really hate his family. I turn my attention back to the mansion we're approaching. Now that I think about it, Morris never talks about his family. The only time he mentioned his father was when we first interacted in his office. At the time, he had painted his father as some sort of lunatic who was obsessed with finding his son a mate. I never thought I'd

“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.

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

I say. "Bonita, please do not be stupid. Join us. You want your pack, do not send a chance. We are many more than you are. You cannot beat us. Look at us. We have vampires, werewolves, and witches fighting for us. Who do you have? Only your magical wolves and Gabby and Zander. I do not want to fight you, but I will if I have to. My whole life, I have been seen as the illegitimate child of my mother, and no one knew who my father was until I told them the truth. If I cannot have you, no one will!" Morris says. I smile. I am not even going to take a chance with him because I know the first chance that he gets, they will try to kill me and rip my babies from my stomach.

Jack said with a fond smile. Morgan watched their byplay with an awareness of their love and affection for each other—and not without a bit of envy. Her biological father had never wanted anything to do with her, so she’d bet his parents knew nothing of her. And her mother’s parents had disowned Mama when she’d become pregnant while unmarried. They’d died shortly before Morgan’s tenth birthday, the rift unmended. She’d never had a grandparent, much less a character like Brice in her family. The old man patted the sofa beside him again and sent her a hopeful glance. Unable to resist, Morgan gave into the charmer.

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.

His parents were ecstatic when she was born and they treated her like an egg, whilst also giving the same treatment to Maximof. It finally dawned on him that it wasn’t because of an unplanned pregnancy, they just hated him for no reason. So he turned to a life of seclusion, his father sent him off to boarding school and when he returned he was made to take over a few operations at just seventeen, all while Maximof dilly-dallied with the upper echelons. He carved a name for himself, “Vincent Morano the monster.” Charisse was nowhere to be found unfortunately. She disappeared three years ago, although reports had come in of her being part pf a traveling band in Ireland. He sighed deeply as he

Carlos Morretti:- "So, you called me over here for?" Dante asked, coming into the study room with me, holding a glass of scotch in his hand and toko a seat in front of my desk while I took a seat behind it on my chair. "I need your help in looking at something for me." I got directly to the point "I want you to do background check on Merem and her father. I think they are hiding something and I don't like it. I don't know what they are planning but they are. Ever since Sabrina practicallyrefused to work with Merem and her father, they had been quite and I mean really quiet. Which is not like them at all."

But the moment her hand landed on the first file, her eyes locked onto the headline. “Properties of the Morroti Family.” Her heart skipped and the paper trembled slightly in her grip. Her brows drew closer together, harder this time. “The property of the Morroti family…?” Her voice was barely a whisper. Disbelief and confusion clogging her. Her father was a Morroti. The only Morroti. She blinked slowly, like her body needed a second to catch up. Her eyes moved further down the page and her pulse raced. Line after line. Parcel after parcel.

Norma's POV "That guy cannot keep his eyes off you. Who is he? He looks very familiar, but I cannot place him," Cassie asks me. "Who are you talking about?" I ask. "The one who gave you that big tip," Cassie says. "Oh, that is Connor Stone. His mother is a lawyer, Belinda Stone, and his father is, Chase Stone. We went to school together," I say. I have not told anyone that I am the daughter of Mike and Rita Peterson. Everybody knows that my father is wealthy. My mother is a socialite who never worked a day in her life, and she blames me for ruining her body.