Father Elijah Fallout Novels & Stories

Six months after our divorce, my ex-wife, Shanon Reich went viral with her new influencer boyfriend, Tobias Hunt, gaining over ten million followers. One day, by sheer accident, I scrolled into their livestream and saw my three-year-old daughter, Ginny Herbert, trapped inside a car. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. Her little face was flushed, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. She looked utterly helpless. Shanon didn't smash the window, nor did she call the police. Instead, she laughed brightly at the camera. "Thank you to our top fan for the moneybag gift!" Then she grinned and said, "Send another moneybag! I'll smash the window once I get it, okay?" I lost my mind. I raced over like a madman and wrenched the car keys out of her hand. "Leomund Herbert! Are you insane?" she screamed. "Do you know how much this stream is worth? It's just a little heat! She's not going to die!" I held my daughter in my arms. Her tiny body was limp, and she was barely conscious. With reddened eyes, I pointed at her and shouted, "Shanon Reich! You will pay for this!"

Rathcliffe Manor is built on rules,  obedience and control. As the new Lady of the house, Belle is watched. Judged. Whispered about in corridors that remember every scandal. She can endure her husband, Lord Rathcliffe, and the weight of his authority.She can survive the servants’ quiet scorn. What she cannot survive… is William. His son. He looks at her as though she is sin draped in silk. Every argument feels like foreplay disguised as war. Every accidental brush of hands lingers too long. Every stolen glance burns hotter than it should. She belongs to his father. But it is William’s voice that lingers in her mind at night. William’s face that follows her into her dreams. She is forbidden. He is untouchable. And the harder they fight it, the more inevitable it becomes. Because some temptations are not meant to be resisted. They are meant to ruin you.

Ethan hid his powerful family background to support his wife Victoria, only to watch success turn her cruel and arrogant. On her IPO day, her favorite company influencer beats a poor-looking old man nearly to death, believing he is Ethan's father. But the victim is actually Victoria's own father, and every insult, cover-up, and betrayal pushes Ethan to expose the truth and destroy the life she built on his love.

“Ah, yes.” Cassie moans and wraps her arms around his neck. She pulls on him and their lips meet with passion. Kissing Mathias like this while his cock stretches her walls is the biggest dream of her life. She can’t hold back her moans and rolls her hips in sync with him. “Mm, yeah.” Mathias groans into their kiss, likes Cassie being responsive to him. “You know how to fuck, baby girl.” He licks her parted lips while his lustful eyes pierce hers. “It’s so sexy...” Cassie asks, smiling. “Yeah?” She is in the clouds and feels like a temptress. Hearing these words from Mathias is the biggest pleasure. “Fuck, yeah.” He buries his face in the crock of her neck with a groan, licking and sucking the soft skin. Both arms are around her narrow waist now, he rolls his hips faster. *** Cassie had left her home town for university 4 years ago and she is back again. Her dream job is restaurant management and she wants to open her own place. Also.. She had a crush on her father's friend Mathias since her high school years. Does she still have feelings for him? And Mathias.. Is he even aware of her presence? *** New episodes👇🏻 1st day, 10th day and 20th day of the current month! 💃🏻 *** If you like the story, leave a review please! 💃🏻

My dad worked as a dishwasher in a restaurant, earning a measly $400 a month. My mom had bad legs, so she could only scrape by collecting trash. When my academically-gifted younger brother was in middle school, they pulled him out of school and made him work to earn extra money so that they could afford to send me to the best school in the state. I didn't let them down and aced my high school, becoming the top student in my state. The day I got my SAT scores was also my birthday. Dad, all hunched over, came to my school with a pink cake, followed by Mom in her tattered clothes and my brother with his face covered in grime. But instead of being grateful, I grabbed a sharp compass and threw it at Dad, drawing blood. "You think you can buy me off with a cake? Get lost! Don't let me see you again!" The principal stared in disbelief. "Yvonne, what are you doing? If it weren't for your family working hard to support you, you wouldn't be this successful!" I held my head high, unperturbed. "So what if I'm the top student in the state? It's no big deal! If they really loved me, they would give me a million dollars so I could live a life of luxury!" Dad's tears hit the ground as he called me an ungrateful brat. Mom wanted to slap me but was held back. Meanwhile, I silently opened the cake box and cut the cake. The next second, everyone was shocked.

She was not born for the destiny that awaits her, but life does not always take us to the destiny we deserve. This was the case of Sarah, who was raised as a princess and fell into the clutches of the mafia after her father fell into disgrace. He was the son of the most powerful man in the United States and was born to be another mafia leader in the group his father controlled. But David doesn't believe in destiny and will do anything to plan his path. What could happen when their paths cross? Might they be able to face Simon and win?

ROOM 808 It was just a regular night and an ordinary room, but for Rosa, it felt like a bad dream. She didn’t see the man who was with her that night, and she didn’t even know his name. All she could remember was his warm touch and the minty taste of his lips. Her stepsister and sister had set her up, trapping her in that room to ruin her life. Because of that night, she gave birth to a son, and she decided to hide him from everyone. Five years later, when Rosa and her son return to the Philippines, the truth about that night slowly begins to come out. Will Rosa get the justice she deserves? Or will she never learn the truth about her son's father?

Mary was sold by her father to the ruthless Silas Vance. But on their wedding night, before he could claim her, Silas collapsed into a cold, silent coma. Mary thinks she’s escaped a nightmare, until Julian Vance arrives. He is the estranged heir, a man fueled by shadows and a bitter hatred for his father. To Julian, Mary is a gold-digging "stepmother" who seduced an old man for a crown of blood money. He vows to break her, turning the Vance estate into her gilded prison. But in the dark corners of the mansion, his loathing turns into a lethal, forbidden obsession. Every touch is an act of war; every look is a sin. He wants to ruin her—but more than that, he wants to possess the only thing his father couldn't. And God help them both, he’s going to take what belongs to his father.

Everyone seems to be in love but me. Why is that? Relationship after relationship, and nothing. I’m always the bridesmaid, but never the bride. It’s getting old. Fast. And just when I start to give up, he walks into my life. Sexy, strong, older. The father of one of my students. It’s against the rules to feel the way I do about him, but I can’t help myself. A single father with a sexy demeanor and deep pockets. But that’s not what gets me about him. It’s the way he looks at me. As if he already owns me. The relationship can be our little secret. Or can it?

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."