Novel & Cerita Father From Twilight

Julian looked at him curious but nervous. "Julian, this is my father, Thaddeus. Thaddeus this is Julian." My father stayed where he was over by the table. Probably afraid to scare him if he came closer. "Hi Julian!" My father said. "I hope you're feeling better this morning. I brought you up some food." "He still looks extremely pale. Have you by any chance giving him any blood?". My father asked me through the link. That totally slipped my mind. I kinda forgot that he's part vampire.

When my siblings saw me like this, disgust was written all over their faces. I fetched water myself and cleaned my wounds. I'd just finished bandaging them when Adrian, Damian's estranged father, suddenly showed up. He stormed straight into my room, and the moment he saw my injuries, he whirled around and slapped Damian across the face. "You treat your own daughter like this and you still think you deserve to be Alpha?" "You better give me a damn good explanation today, or I'm not letting this go!"

His hand was warm against my throat and his voice was very quiet and I felt the pull of it low in my body, the thing I had no name for and no defense against, one day into this house and already coming apart at a touch I hadn't agreed to. I made myself hold his eyes. "Ask," I said. He didn't ask the way I expected. No circling, no working up to it. He let go of my jaw and stepped back and gave me room to breathe, and somehow that was worse. "Who's the father," he said. Of course he'd ask that. "His name is Dorian." My voice held. "Dorian Cross. He's the heir to Blackthorn. He'll be their Alpha inside the year."

His eyes were darker than I remembered, sharp with intelligence, not cruelty. He looked at me openly now. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was calm. Polite. Detached. I inclined my head. “Good morning.” A pause. “You are… my father’s wife,” he said, not as a question. “Yes.” Another pause. Longer. Something shifted in his expression,not desire, not yet, but uncertainty. As if reality had not aligned with expectation. “I did not realize he married so… recently.” Recently. As if time measured legitimacy.

the lycan says. Willow pushes her way out of the lycan's arms and straightens her shirt. "Dad," she says awkwardly. "This is my... mate, Osiris. Osiris, this is my father, Ward." I hold out my hand for Ward to shake, but a growl rumbles in his chest. "Be nice," Willow whispers to her father, and he finally shakes my hand. He grips my hand tightly, and I squeeze back just as hard. Ward and I glare at one another until I hear Willow sigh in frustration. "Is the pissing contest over?" She asks. "Because I want to know why my father is in rogue territory."

"Leomund! Have you lost your mind?" I ignored her and swung harder. I swung a total of three times. Suddenly, a slick-haired man rushed over and grabbed my arm tightly, his voice trembling. "Stop! Stop smashing it! Come on, man! Do you know how expensive this car is? If you break it, can you even afford to pay for it?" It was Shanon's influencer boyfriend, Tobias Hunt. My eyes were bloodshot. I grabbed his collar and growled through clenched teeth, "If anything happens to my daughter, you won't be able to pay for it either."

“Could it be because she’s of Beta blood?” Nick and I turn our heads at Father. “Beta blood?” I ask, confused. “Willow’s father is Owen Reid. I’m surprised you couldn’t tell it by her surname,” Dad says. This is the kind of stuff I should know by heart, this is the kind of stuff he’s been training me my entire life to know. And the fact that it didn’t even cross my mind is just further proof that the mate bond clouded my thoughts. Further evidence that I need to get my shit together and stop it.

"You should get used to him baby doll. He is going to be your father-in-law and he's one of the best men I know. You know I only choose the best for you." "But Dad, you chose his son for me." I point out the obvious. "Of course I did silly girl. What I'm trying to tell you is that a good man will raise a good man. That's all." "Alright Dad. When do I get ready?" "I'm sure Anthony will text you the details." "But he doesn't have my number." "He's highly resourceful and influential. I'd be surprised if he didn't already have your number." That sounds wrong on so many levels, but I let it be.

Half a second later, my Father's pine scent hits my nose. Natalia whimpers in my brain, and Ben spins around just as Father appears in the kitchen doorway. His eyes are ice blue, and I know my Lycan father is in control. Ben sinks into a defense position, and panic floods my bloodstream. I know Ben wants to protect me, but he is basically signing his death certificate. I maneuver around my mate's arms as quickly as I can. He tries to grab me, but I am too quick. I hold up my hands in surrender and hold my breath. Father Helios won't attack if I am in his path.

I stumbled upon my mother's introduction about him. I stared at her, with widened eyes as if I felt the ground under my feet crumbled, "father's friend?" I still can't believe what I heard, and she nodded with a bright smile, "yes, he is your father's friend, and we have to be grateful for his help till now." I turned to look at him, Edmund Winchester, this man whom I gave a blowjob, who had made me cum and squirt more than I ever had before. He is none other than my father's friend and a forty years old man.