Father From Twilight Novels & Stories

Even to the extent of my nipples getting hard against my bra. I prayed he wouldn’t notice. The amused curl of his lips when our eyes met told me he had. “You’re eighteen?” he asked, the words thick with an Italian accent. My chest tightened. These weren’t my father’s usual contacts. No one in his circle spoke with that kind of accent. “Yes, sir,” I replied carefully. He gave a slight nod to my father. “She’ll do.” She’ll do? “For what?” I asked sharply. My father shot me a warning glare, then turned back to Ravazzani. “Excellent. We’ll schedule the wedding for next month.”

I asked. I’m trying not to get angry, but it’s hard not to when you find out that your parents were also keeping something like this from you. Twilight I can understand, but my parents? Not at all, especially my mom, who looked very much guilty and couldn’t look me in the eye. “Toshiro, take Natsumi outside.” My dad said. Twilight POV “Yes.” His dad answered calmly. “Since the few weeks before she was born.” “At the very least, it explains why you guys were acting weird sometimes. But why?”

My father was the most loyal werewolf to the alpha. Father was always the mightiest among all the werewolves and whatever he does, he does for the glory of the alpha. Which brings me right to this question. Why did father help the vampires? He has been the most trustworthy and faithful servant of the alpha. Heck, that was the reason I got betrothed to the alpha in the first place. Then why did he depart after all those years of service to the alpha? These are things I need to find answers to as soon as I can.

"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.

“Father! It was that woman! She seduced me! She threatened me! She said she’d destroy our family if I didn’t do what she said! I was forced! You have to save me!” With his treachery exposed, Dante threw all dignity aside, clinging to Vincent’s leg. “Father, she set me up! She used our family business to threaten me! I had no choice! Please, you have to help me…” Vincent shook him off in disgust. “Enough. You are no longer my son.” “Very well,” Don Salvatore nodded. “Then this is settled. Dante Moretti will be dealt with by Vincent. As for you, Miss Volkov, please inform your father that we will remember this.”

My father quickly orders the doctor to leave and I watch as he quickly retreats leaving just us and Gin’s father. He looks over to the men and nods. “I understand things have changed for my daughter. I know she is now a mix of Phoenix and vampire which means many things.” He squeezes my hand and confusion sets in. I don’t know where this is going and I sure as shit don’t understand how I have a mate and an imani. So, that alone has me confused as to why my father is so calm. I know Gin told him so I didn’t have to but I never expected him to take it so well.

“She has that Alpha blood, that is why she is your mate, Damon.” I sighed and stared at the ground. “Noami, give the kid a break. He can do whatever he wants,” a male voice said. My eyes widened as I recognized that voice. There was no way that I would miss it. That was….My father. My eyes went up and I saw him standing by the door. He had gray hair mixed with his jet-black hair. He was dressed in a black top like mine with blue pants. I couldn’t believe it. My father was home. How many years had it been?

He wasn't dead and the Shadow pack hadn't been destroyed. "Ornyx is alive and well according to the rogues." Captain Park spoke. Tristan stood next to her now and I saw him clench his fists. "So is his son, Xavier Van Cliffe, your father." I felt all the energy drain from my body. "No." I spoke almost in a whisper. "You guys are mistaken. My father is Terrence Swan." My voice rose an octave. "Maybe my mother was cheating on him but my father is Terrence Swan. He's my father!"

"Lyon's mother was my first mate— my werewolf mate, long before your mother came into my life!" "This bastard doesn't look that much older, Father," Sylver spat. "So quit saying 'long before our mother came along' like we will believe that you didn't have an affair outside of your union!" "Sylver Thornevale!" Father roared, his eyes glowed with a familiar rage. "WHAT?" Sylver fearlessly countered. "You think we are stupid?" I expected Father to jump at Sylver and for the first time, I was ready to stand up for my brother. If Father dared to make a move on Sylver, I was going to stop him!

feeling settled in my stomach. "Are you going to hurt him?" My father didn't answer, which was an answer in itself. "No," I said, standing up abruptly. "I won't let you hurt him." "Sit down, Tyla," he said, his voice suddenly stern. "You don't have a say in this." "I do have a say!" I shouted. "I care about him!" His eyes narrowed. "Have you fallen for that rogue leader? Is that what this is about?" I didn't answer. I wasn't sure about my feelings for Damon, but I knew I couldn't let my father hurt him. "Can't you bring down Jonathan without hurting Damon?" I asked, my voice softer now. "There must be another way." "Jonathan?" He looked confused for a moment, then laughed. "Jonathan is just