Father Of Novels & Stories

For a seventy-year-old man,mio padrestill looked vigorous. My father was Luca Romano, Don of the Romano family, a man known for his honor despite our occupation. Even the Dons of the four families respected my father. My father was an honorable man who always kept his word. The other families never had to worry about my father going back on a deal. In his younger days, he was known as 'Trigger-finger Luca' according to what I was told as a child. My father had been hot-headed and quick to anger in his youth, but now, he was calmer, although he still had the edge and sharpness of a demon. I could always see it in his eyes.I loved my father with all my heart. I never met my mother as she had d

“Most precious Melanie, I wish I knew how to start a letter, I almost didn’t, and that is ironic considering I write for a living. Anyway, I am sorry to have done this to you, unfortunately, being in your presence makes me forget all of the terrible things my father did to me, I want to forgive him and move on when I am with you, forget being a priest and be fully and utterly yours, but how can I? He deserves to roll in his grave forever when he sees me using his hard earned wealth, I cannot have him laughing at me forever.

Gumagawa siya ng isang detalyadong konstruksyon mula sa maliliit na piraso ng Lego toy. Nang marinig niya ang paglapit ng mga ito ay nag-angat siya ng tingin. Bumaba ang kanyang mga mata sa kanyang ama, at nagliwanag ang kanyang mukha. “Dad, pupunta ka ba para makipaglaro sa akin? Tapos na sa pagsusulat para sa araw na ito?" Lumapit si Tyler at hinaplos ang ulo ng bata. "Hindi pa, anak, ngunit nagdala ako ng isang tao upang makilala mo."

"Yeah, you're a loser just like your father, can never get anything done" "You fucking turned him into a loser" Anika accused. "And you turned your loser husband into a hero, hey girl when your father was alive, he use to fulfill my every wish and wait on me hands and legs, would do anything I ask him to, but you?, I'm starting to wonder if I'm really your mother—" "Mother!"

"Just give me a name, Robert." "Evander Sinclair," Robert stated clearly. The name echoed in the quiet room. I recognized it immediately. Evander Sinclair was a myth in the business world—a brutal, reclusive billionaire who had turned his family's shipping and tech empire into a global superpower before he even turned thirty. My father had spoken of him with immense respect, almost fear.

Dad, tears running down his pale cheeks, knelt before me, slapping himself hard. "Yvonne, I apologize to you, okay? I don't know what I did to make you upset… You can hit me or yell at me, I don't mind… But please, don't disown us. We love you. If you're still angry… I'll let you vent. You can take it out on me." He took out a knife, trembling, and put it in my hand, gesturing to cut off his thumb. Mom cried, urging me not to, since he's my father.

his voice was calm but laced with sarcasm. No, I was not going to give away my family like that, they'll have to go through me. “Fuck you! Fuck you and your claim, I cannot believe you, my father is not a monster, he is a good man who cares for his family, even if he wasn't there all the time it doesn't fill up the gap of your claims!” I countered I wouldn't let him talk down my father, he was the best Dad, he made sure we had everything we wanted, he made sure we never lacked, he made sure we were never harmed.

Max Santon was born into a modest family, Max's upbringing instilled in him a deep appreciation for honesty, integrity, and the pursuit of justice. His father, Robert Santon, was a hardworking mechanic with a heart of gold. Through his long hours and dedication, Robert provided for his family and imparted the values of loyalty and perseverance to his son. Max admired his father's unwavering commitment to his craft and his unwavering support for his loved ones.

I pressed the phone tighter to my ear. “I’m so sorry, Mom,” I whispered, voice breaking. “I never wanted to hurt you. Or Dad. I tried so hard to fight it. But I love him. I love Alex. And now… I’m pregnant. And Dad looked at me like I was a stranger. He said I’m no longer his daughter. He said he doesn’t want to see me at the house or at the firm.” I broke down completely, sobbing into the phone. The pain of my father’s rejection poured out of me in ugly, gasping cries.

Professor Adrian Blackthorne. And my stomach dropped. Zia blinked. “Wait. Blackthorne?” Raina’s mouth fell open. “As in… Lucian Blackthorne?” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian’s father. Lucian’s fucking father. I was staring at the man who made Lucian. And he was staring back at me like he wanted to destroy me just to see what I looked like broken. WEREWOLF LINEAGE & BLOOD RIGHTS. The way he wrote it…