Father Of Ultra Novels & Stories

"Kennard, ever since Christopher was born, you've always said he didn't look anything like Hanley. I thought you were just making small talk and never took it seriously. But Hanley never said a word! How could you sneak behind his back and drag Christopher into a paternity test? He's only three years old!" Kennard wasn't listening. He was too enraged to care about anything I said. "What's wrong with me doing a paternity test? If I hadn't done that, I would never have known about your little secret! You'd better tell me right now—who is Christopher's father? We've been raising him for three years, and we look like fools! Hanley's too trusting, but if it weren't for me being sharp, who knows h

“What is your opinion of your late father’s legacy?” Everyone turned back to me and I felt a tear tremble at my lashes. I leaned in to her and I smiled. “Thank you for taking the time to actually uncover the truth about him.” I took a deep breath as I felt a hand slide into mine. “My father, Gavin Maclean, was about as far from a traitor as you can get. He supported this kingdom, and our king, until his last breath. He not only donated billions of dollars to ensure our kingdom thrived, but also so our children had a place to live and learn without worrying about how they could afford it. Many of you don’t know that right before he died, my father created a fund to donate to this very school

I did not like that look. “Okay, I take with the way you two reacted to that name you know him or know of him.” I pointed out. “Ulrik is a hybrid. His mother was an angel while his father was a vampire.” dad said. “Okay, I do not see a problem with that.” I commented.

"Even when you were just a young pup training in the Frostfang Capital?" "When I was a boy, I completely worshipped Ulrich," I confess, the admission slipping past my defenses before I can stop it. "He was older, fiercer, and represented everything I wanted to become for our bloodline." "And your father, the Supreme Alpha King Tronte?" Stevens asks gently. "Tronte Nielsen was a brutal patriarch who only rewarded bloodshed and fear," I answer, the memories turning sour in my mouth. "I learned very early that showing an ounce of softness meant execution, so every piece of respect I command today is drenched in the blood of my enemies."

A waiter passed by with a silver tray of champagne. I took a glass and drank it in one smooth swallow. Then I adjusted my suit, It was time. I walked toward the stage. The room fell silent the moment I stepped up. Every eye turned to me, this was what they had come for. I rested my hands lightly on the podium. “My father,” I began, my voice steady, “was a man of strength, discipline, and vision.” The room listened. “He believed in loyalty. He believed in legacy and above all, he believed that power must be protected not abused.”

This was all her father's fault. Maya hated him. He had never been supportive of her or put her first, but at least he cared for Burke, and that made her tolerate him. But then he had to just go mess with Burke's marriage and ruin things for everybody. And then he made a bigger mess with his will. Maya couldn't think of anyone more self-centered than Bartholomew Carrington. He was an absentee father and husband; a loud drunk too, but to outsiders, he was a saint because he was perfect at putting on masks.

“I don’t know, Dave. I just want my son to see me as a good father.” David shook his head, sitting up straighter. “Look, Alex, you’re never going to win that battle by bending over backward for him. He has already made up his mind. Do what you want to do. If you don’t follow through on this, you’ll regret it—and for what? Just to keep trying to win over a guy who’s determined to hate you? That’s no way to live.”

"First of all, Vlad is not my father; not that I even know what he looks like, and second, your father really is some weird dude. How can he be so obsessed with being God?" "He's a Cooper. Ever heard histories of a how a Cooper stripped the presidential title of a US president and even turned him to mere dust?" "Yeah..." "Ever heard of how a Cooper turned one the biggest organization in the world into mere rubbles?" "Yeah..." "Guess you know who he is now." She scrunched her brows tightly then covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god. Your dad...so it's been your father all these while...your father is the one doing those bad things...but how could..."

"I'm going to speak frankly too. You may hate me for it, I don't know, but I need you to understand the way I see things. What your father did was a terrible thing. The entire scientific community condemned him for it, and rightfully so. A scientist is not a god, Alta. The power that science gives is not there to let us... live out our private fantasies. You don't play with the building blocks of human life as if they were toys. That was inexcusable. I'm sorry but it was." Hyphialta began to eat. What Alrik had said had made things easier for her. "I'm a bit disappointed in you," she said quietly, cutting up her toast. "I hadn't expected all the same old prejudices that I've heard so many ti

"Mr. Lloyd, please don't say such things. I'm just a nobody. I could never dare call you by your first name." He continued, "I have only one humble request: please, stop holding the Ulrich family accountable. My father's gone now, and you've rightfully become the number one in the chamber. Let it go. Spare us, please. We won't go against you ever again." Ezra, the third-ranked fighter on the Underworld Index, growled from the side. "You all saw that, didn't you? Andrew's persecution of the Ulrich family is just disgusting." Look at Mr. Ulrich! He's trembling like a rat in front of a cat! And this is happening in broad daylight. If no one speaks up, I'll be the first to say it—this has gone t