Father Of Blood Novels & Stories

"If we share the exact same blood, and that man in the picture is your biological son... could it only mean Mr. Gavinn Lucero is my biological father and I am your grandson?" ​Literal na natameme si Doña Fatima. ​Para siyang sinakluban ng langit at lupa sa narinig. Ang mapang-asar na ngiti sa kanyang mga labi ay biglang napawi. Gusto niyang sumigaw at sabihing oo. Gusto niyang paniwalaan ang sarili niyang luksong dugo dahil kuhang-kuha ni Gabriel ang pagiging Lucero dominance. Pero pinigilan niya ang kanyang sarili.

Hindi na kasi makapagsalita si Maddox sa sobrang galit; parang anumang oras ay susuntukin na niya ang doctor. Tuloy ng doctor, “Your father died due to exsanguination.” Ibig sabihin, sobrang daming dugo ang nawala sa daddy nila, blood loss na naging fatal na. Sinabi pa ng doctor na medyo huli na raw nung naisugod ang tatay nila sa ospital. Doon na sumabog si Maddox. Hindi na niya napigilan ang sarili at sinugod ng isang malutong na suntok ang doctor.

“Sino ang totoo kong mga magulang?” Saglit na nanahimik si Nathan. Hindi dahil hindi niya alam… kundi dahil masakit sabihin. “At bakit ako?” dugtong ni Isha, namumuo ang luha. “Bakit ako ang gusto nila?” Huminga si Nathan, malalim, parang may binubuhat na mundo. “Because your biological father… worked for the syndicate.” Nanlamig ang katawan ni Isha.

"That doesn't make sense. Your blood... it's not just compatible with Zaurus—it's a direct match. Evan, your blood tells me that you are Zaurus's biological father." The words hit Ziancio like a bolt of lightning. His lips parted in disbelief, and his heart began to pound. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying that, biologically speaking, you're the father of that child," Yvanez said with both confusion and certainty. "There's no mistake. Your blood and his are far too similar for it to be otherwise." Napansin ng doktor ang gulat sa mukha niya. "Teka, you don't know?"

“Baby, this is your Uncle Leo. He is your father’s brother.” Sa halip na mag-focus sa kanyang pagpapakilala ay bumaling sa kanya ang anak na para bang gulat sa narinig. “We have a father?” Chandria bit her lower lip and smiled. “Yes, baby. Yes, you do.” “Then who is he?” “The one who donated blood to your twin, little man.” Leo squatted on the floor to level Eros’s height. “That was your father?” Nangunot ang noo ni Eros. “That arrogant man is my father?”

Sigaw namin ni Mom. Dumugo agad ang kamay niya. Nagpanic kami. Tinawag agad ni Mom ang personal doctor namin. “This blood… I owe you, Dad.” Mahina pero matatag niyang sabi. “From now on… we are not related by blood.” Tahimik ang paligid. “Very good… very good.” Palakpak ni Mr. Wilson. “Magkapatid nga kayo.” “Kung ‘yan ang gusto niyo, hindi ko kayo pipigilan.”

The blood on the child's clothes belongs to her daughter. "While you were asleep, we got a blood sample from you to have tested. Tumutugma 'yon sa dugo na nahanap sa damit ng anak mo," saad ni Dominic. "Sorry, Vesper Gaelle, pero kailangan mong tanggapin ang mapait na katotohanan." May lungkot sa boses nito ngunit hindi 'yong tumutugma sa mukha ng matanda. His eyes were emotionless. There was no remorse in his expression as if he doesn't care about his own blood—his granddaughter to be precise.

"Anak, alam kong masama ang loob mo sa ginawa ng Daddy mo. Pero hindi kasalanan ng kapatid mo 'yon—" "Paano mo nasasabi 'yan, Mommy?" putol ko agad. Ramdam kong kumulo na naman ang dugo ko. "Kung mayroon mang mas nasaktan sa ginawa ni Daddy, ikaw 'yon! Pero bakit parang wala lang sa'yo? Mom... may I remind you? That bastard is the result of Dad's mistake, the reason behind your pain for years! How can you stay so calm everyday knowing that the blood running through the girl you care for is the blood of the woman who destroyed us?!"

“That boy was a mistake. He should never have been born.” “Don’t you dare say that!” sigaw ko, hindi ko na napigilan. “He was your son!” Lumapit si Sebastian sa tabi ko, hinawakan ang balikat ko para kalmahin ako, pero ramdam ko ang pag-init ng dugo ko. “Son?” ulit ni Daddy. “You think being my son means anything? The world doesn’t care about blood if there’s no power behind it. He was weak. Just like your mother.”

“The King isn't dead, Raiv. He’s just reclaiming his throne.” The Don. My father. The realization hit me like a physical explosion. The rage that had been simmering for hours finally boiled over. Without a second thought, without a word of interrogation, I raised my gun and fired. Agad kong pinasabog ang ulo ng tauhan ni Dad, his laughter silenced forever as his blood sprayed across the room—and onto my face. “What did you do?!” Tito Magnus hissed, horrified by the sudden execution. Pinunasan ko ang dugo mula sa pisngi ko kahit pa nanginginig ang kamay ko, hindi sa takot kundi sa sobrang galit na nararamdaman ko ngayon.