Father From Twilight Novels & Stories

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

my father said as he appeared before me in his royal purple robes. His salt and pepper hair was combed neatly, and his silver eyes glittered in the evening sunlight. But around those beautiful eyes were dark circles. And I was now old enough to know that my father was suffering. He still hasn't recovered from the death of the love of his life. He had told me about my mother’s fire powers and said he never thought I would manifest them because he was powerless himself, which was an abomination for the Alpha of the Celestial Trinity. But the people had accepted him and made him their leader. All thanks to my mother.

“Grandma Lucy is a spitfire too. She might not be nice to you. Can you hold in you’re angry outburst if she starts calling our pack a cult?” “Cult?” Dad looks at me in outrage. I throw my head back in laughter. “I’m just saying, to the human world, we kind of do seem like a cult. Vivian thought we were one. She thought we were all Twilight fanatics and into occult s**t. She calls me the cult leader, and Marvel calls me Brother Valentine.” “You’re shitting me, right?” “No,” I laughed, shaking my head. “You can’t even get your own son to call you Dad? And what the f**k is Twilight?”

“You’re only here because you fear the woman in charge of the Chimera tribe! You know she favors Chaze above all of us! So save it, father! I don’t have time for this and you’re interrupting something very important.” “Well then, excuse the shit out of me!” He roared as his eyes began to glow purple. Before I could react his expression quickly changed as he fixed his gaze upon Kyle. “My boy… My dear, brave boy… You're a vampire!” He nearly shouted with glee. I looked at Kyle and noticed his eyes were glowing blood red. I sighed and rolled my eyes. My father always favored Kyle over me. I swear he wishes he could switch me out with him. This is why my plan to kill the old man will work perfec

Aurora said rather diverting to a totally different thing which Yvonne sure doesn't enjoy hearing. "Raymond's dad, the grand Aloha of Twilight pack, once had a mistress and she was from the red moon pack, she bore him a son." She started but pulsed to see the look on Yvonne's face and if she's following her story. She continued when she saw the undivided attention from Yvonne. "Her son's name was Felix, and he was my boyfriend as of when I was sixteen.

"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."

Zarek answered firmly, his voice dropping into a serious tone filled with unwavering determination. “No matter who he is… no matter how rich or powerful he is in the human world… I will never let him take you away from me… …even if he’s my father.” Father? “H-He’s your father?” Zarek nodded. “H-How can he be your father, sweetheart? I don’t know him. I can’t remember ever meeting him. And besides… didn’t they say wolves like you have… a mate? You’re still too young for that.”

I was wrong. A few days passed. I tried to gather myself, trying to survive the shame and the heartbreak. One afternoon, while walking in the city market, I heard a familiar voice call out. "Selene?" I turned around. There stood Adrian, arm in arm with Elara. But beside them stood an older man—tall, broad-shouldered, hair streaked with gray, sharp intimidating eyes, and wearing an expensive tailored suit. It was Adrian’s father. Don Lorenzo. One of the richest, most powerful, and most feared men in the country.

"It's none of your business, Dad." Atma answered flatly; he then grabbed Clarita's arm and walked away from the man. Atma's body passed through the man he called Father. The man wanted to stop it, but he thought better of it when Clarita passed through her body. Clarita bowed her head respectfully; she had a sweet smile on her lips. The man returned Clarita's smile with a faint smile. Clarita and Atma walked towards the end of the room. Atma's footsteps could not escape his father's sight. The man watched where his son went until his son's body sank behind the door of the room.