Father Elijah Fallout Mga Nobela at Kwento

What the hell is wrong with me? “Kaia,” Elijah says my name after our meal and reaches over the table to take my hand. “There’s something I have to tell you.” Oh, my Goddess. Please, no more! “What is it?” I ask, not really wanting to know. He breathes out a sigh, and an unknown emotion crosses his eyes. “When I left here, I was a mess. After watching you find your mate, I basically spiraled,” he says with his lips a thin line. “My father sent me to Romania to take over the family business there, and I started living again. But one night I made an error, one that I can’t take back.”

“What’s wrong? You seemed… angry out there.” Elijah sighed, dragging a hand through his hair with a look of hurt I knew all too well. “It’s my dad,” he said in a low voice. “I visited him to make peace but he chased me away. Again.” He said leaning against the desk, his eyes distant. “He accused me, years back, of leaking Blackvale secrets for cash. Evidence was presented — emails, bank transfers — all forged, but quite convincing. I didn’t do it, Isabella. I’d never betray my family. But he took the lie as truth and disowned me as a Blackvale making certain every chain of evidence I was ever his son was abolished. So here I am being the new Elijah Black.”

A framed photo of him and Lily smiled at her from the bookshelf, father and daughter, their relationship uncomplicated by the poison of Emma's feelings. *What kind of person falls in love with her best friend's father?* The answer came swift and brutal: *The worst kind.* Emma ran for miles that afternoon, pushing herself until her lungs burned and her legs trembled. But no matter how far she went, no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't outrun the truth. She was falling for Marcus Blake. Her best friend's father. And judging by the look in his eyes that morning, by the careful way he avoided touching her, by the message burning on her phone, he was in love with her too.

“Peter, fuck… this is only going to make everything worse. They’ll put your name on Interpol’s red list, freeze everything you have here, say you ran because you’re guilty.” “Let them say whatever they want. I’m not rotting in a cell for something I didn’t do. I’ve known you too long to touch your family, Elijah. Someone’s using my name to fuck you over good. Find that person. Because I’m not coming back.” The call ended with a dry click. Elijah stared at the dead phone in his hand, the black screen reflecting his wrecked face. He threw the glass against the wall. It exploded into a thousand pieces.

Murphy pulled back instantly from her, holding her hand gently and taking it off from her face, her eyes held tenaciously while locking her gaze at her, speaking rigidly in a loud voice, "THERE IS NO ELYSIUM FOR THOSE WHO DIE COWARDLY! NO ELYSIUM FOR US EVEN! IT'S FOR HEROES! WHO DEFY THEIR FATES, AND DON'T SURRENDER! IT'S NOT FOR COWARDS LIKE YOU AND ME!".

I clinched and released again and again until my twat exploded. I executed it perfectly. Touchdown! That was the game winner. It brought Cyrus to a climax. He leaned back and shot his fluids all up in me. There were no worries on my part. My birth control was permanent these days. I bounced my juicing ass against his groin to prime out every last bit of his nut.

It was clear from the way he pulled me in that he didn’t want to let me go. “Let me introduce you to my son, Ethan Mason.” He said with a smile that made him look twenty years younger but I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. No. No. There’s no way the man I had a one night stand with is my husband’s father.

That was the beginning and end of his venturing into the woods. But of course, his father didn’t care. Eli swallowed hard, chest drawing tight. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak without breaking down and yelling that he did nothing to fucking deserve this. The window rolled back up then, and Elijah helplessly stood there, watching the car reverse and then drive off, disappearing into the fog. And then he was all alone.

“You?” “I don’t have any right to call someone else the worst of humanity when I know full well the things I’ve done, and what my father did before me, and his father. I come from a long line of evil.” “Oh? Have you ever killed a kid?” “Define kid.” Ellie shut her eyes again, but only for a few seconds. “I don’t think you should be part of this anymore.” “Being your guard?” “Any of this. You shouldn’t be so close to a family that would have no problem ending your life. If my dad finds out you so much as met Jonathan, that would be enough for you to die. You know that.”

“Of course. I’ll make a copy when I get back, and we can talk about it then.” “Thank you.” He holds out his hand. “Come here.” I step forward, and he pulls me in for a brief but deep kiss, leaving my thoughts scattered as he steps out the door. Elizabeth sips her tea as I return to the kitchen. “He said he’ll get me a list of the fallen once he’s back,” I tell her. She exhales, relieved. “Good. That’s good.” “So… you were talking about precautions? What kind?” “The kind I hope we’ll never have to use.” She turns, cupping her mug in both hands. “But at least the Alpha is on board with our plan for the warriors’ families?”