Novel & Cerita Father Of

“How did your father pass away so young?” Adrian said smilingly, “He was a virologist and was exposed to a virus from a container while doing research to find a cure for cancer in the laboratory. The virus infected his lungs and he passed shortly after due to lung failure.” Carlene inhaled sharply and said, “Your father sounds like an amazing man. It’s a pity he has passed. You mentioned that your mother has an adopted child. She must be very kind and a good mother.” “Oh right, is she Christian?”

What if he was a brute like Ambrose? "So, what's his son's name?" I asked as I couldn't contain my curiosity. "Ambrose Vikander," my father dropped the nuclear bomb and waited for my reaction.

The only thing that strengthens his heart is his father who is at peace and the justice he deserves. It's a way of giving back because, after everything that had happened, he was a good father to him. Everyone envied him for having a father like Alejandro who had supported him in what he wanted. He knew his father as well as he knew himself. His father, Alejandro Montevallo, is a scientist and a businessman. The same exact person who built Montevallo Corporation with his own blood, sweat, and tears. His mother, on the other hand, works at their hospital as a doctor. He was the only one to choose an unorthodox path: he wanted to build houses and give new hope to future generations.

I slapped myself and cried out again, "Dad!" At that moment, my father was shirtless, a blanket barely covering his lower body. Hearing my words, he panicked, hurriedly wrapping a towel around himself. "What's going on?" he asked, frantically covering every inch of exposed skin. Kneeling, I bowed my head low. "Dad! I'm your real daughter!" The shock of the truth nearly made my father faint. He started hitting his head, muttering to himself, "I almost did something terrible! I may be a pervert, but I'm not a monster!"

He gritted out, “they killed my father.” There was no love lost between Bruno Reid— my father’s most trusted accountant— and my little shadow. As much as that bastard had stayed untouched by the violence of our world, he had unleashed every ounce of it behind closed doors, on his wife, and worse, on his son. Especially when he had realized his son wasn’t the perfect son he’d wanted him to be.

My father was just twenty years old when he fought the war beside King Viper Great and Sir Hunder Bowman. While Sir Hunder was called the Night Sword for his skill with the sword, my father was called the Deadliest teller for his story telling. Even in the midst of war, he would start a story, one that may or may not have existed. His live for story telling had been captivating. Father knew how to make a story come to life, painting it in the minds of whomever he was sharing it to. But hw had also been a great soldier that was willing to die for the Kingdom and his ruthless fighting skills had made him one of the deadliest.

"I would like to thank my dad, Sean Gabriel Richforte Sr. for everything. If not because of him, and the other brave men who sacrificed their lives fifty years ago, I wouldn't be here, and we wouldn't be here. These are all his unfinished inventions, and I developed them so that we can use them for a better and greater cause. Dad, wherever you are, I know you are proud of me, and I know you are always watching us. Thank you, and I love you." Tears brimmed in my eyes as he again, acknowledge his father despite not seeing him even once, and showing how he loved him, how thankful, and proud he is because Sean is his father. I wipe the tear that falls without me knowing, and smiled proudly becau

he said. What? Louis... Louis's father?

ADAM “Son, today marks a big day in your life. If there is one thing I would always be proud of, it’s the fact that you never let the family heritage die off. It’s the joy of every father to see his son make even bigger moves than he was able to” My father eulogized. “Thank you so much, dad. I must say, I learn everything I know from you. Without you, I would have given up on this years ago”

I got a bit emotional, my voice raising an octave as I told this asshole where I come from. “My father is Logan James Kinsley. He is the most fearless, protective, powerful, and loving man. When he sees a wrong, he rights it. The night he met my mother and me, he saw a wrong and righted it. He loved my mother with all his heart and has loved me as his daughter. Even when she was gone, he loved and raised me as his.” I gestured to my dad as I spoke.