Father Of Ultra Novels & Stories

Each one was a carefully curated list of atrocities my father had either ignored, enabled, or outright orchestrated. Levi stood across the room, leaning against the doorframe with the kind of effortless confidence that always made me want to throw something heavy at him. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He looked like he belonged on the cover of some brooding CEO magazine. “Do you want me to sugarcoat it or give it to you straight?” he asked, breaking the silence. I didn’t look at him. “Just say it.” “Your father’s been in bed with Aurora’s network longer than you’ve been alive. He didn’t just turn a blind eye—he financed their rise. Protected them.

Ulric is not only a low-profile wealthy man who has mastered capital, his family even has someone who is a senior officer in the army, and it is said that the bosses of the most famous gangster groups in America have to curry favor with him and call him a brother. Anthony had only ever looked at Ulric from a distance in the crowd, but he never expected to see him here now, and claiming to be Pearl's father. This is impossible! Anthony changed his face into a flattering smile, "Oh, dear Ulric. I have been looking forward to the opportunity to visit you. I'm in the middle of something with our company. It's not worth wasting your time. Please forgive me." Ulric stared at Anthony, "It's not fun

His name was Dario Moratta, the eldest son of Gigio Moratta. As the son of the Vice Chairman of the Trade Union, Dario always acted with absolute impunity. He knew full well that no one would dare stand up to him, entirely due to his father's prestigious and powerful position.

He looked young, his eyes bright with scientific curiosity that hadn't yet been dulled by the Weight. "Leo?" the man asked. It was Dr. Marcus, Leo's father, who had died during the first Great Reset. "You're late for the briefing, son. We've finally stabilized the Aethelgard grid. No more war. No more shifters. Just progress." Leo froze, his breath catching. "Dad?" The Trap of the 'Perfect Yield'

It goes straight to voicemail. I still haven't fully been able to wrap my head around everything Aaron told me. Learning that we no longer shared the same father, and we apparently never did, to begin with, felt like a missile launched in the middle of the desert, unexpected and unpredictable. And as if that wasn't enough, his biological father was none other than Raicán O'Sullivan, the former head of the Irish mafia who wanted Aaron to take his place, and what's worse is that my brother was actually considering joining the Irish mafia as their new leader.

"The scientist who developed enhancement protocols was your father?" "Our father," Elena corrected. "Who believed creating superior humans justified using his own daughters as test subjects." Aria's face showed shock, transitioning to horror. "My father died when I was five." "That's what you were told. He actually directed enhancement programs for thirty more years. And Morrison, Dr. Morrison at the Academy, is his granddaughter. Your niece. Family who continued his work." The revelations hung heavy in the vehicle as they drove toward Geneva. "How long have you known?" Aria asked.

my father shouts, slamming the long wooden pointer down on his desk, causing Mateo and me to jump. “I am paying attention,” Mateo grumbles, “Not my fault talking about some dead guy is boring,” he mutters under his breath. “That dead guy built our entire organisation from the ground up,” I snap at Mateo. He’s such a disrespectful little shit. I don’t know how I’m related to him. “Listen to your sister. Because of us and what we do, this world is made safer. Millions of lives are saved each year because of the monsters we destroy,” father says as he leans against his desk. “Valeria, why did Gaius create our organisation?” Father asks.

“I hate both of you.” “You should hate yourself,” Raina muttered. “Because girl. That man? That is Lucian Blackthorne’s father. That’s the head of the Blackthorne pack. That’s the Alpha before Lucian. That man has killed people. He runs bloodline tribunals. He does not blink during executions. That man is scary-hot, and you just gave him a reason to ruin your life.” “I didn’t mean to say it like that,” I whispered. “It just slipped.”

"You are a beauty, Sheera. There's no doubt the right one will find you." "After the Alpha is done with me, perhaps." A humourless laugh escaped her as she shook her head. "I am sorry you are in this predicament. I won't even lie - my stepbrother is a tough one. Always been that way growing up." Ulric tsked, contemplating his next words. "Which was the reason he was our father's favorite. Our father was a dark man. You can imagine his amusement when Keegan added 'very' to his. He was a true reflection of the man, only worst. Even Malkar couldn't hold a candle to him.

Some kind of apocalypse. Even twenty years ago. Even alive. My father was planning to break reality. "This can't be real." I whisper. "It's real." Marcus says. "Your father was brilliant. Powerful. But also insane. Even then. Even before death. He was obsessed with ending suffering. With breaking the natural order. With making everyone immortal. He thought mortality was the enemy. That death was evil. That ending it would save everyone. Sound familiar?" It does. It sounds exactly like what the Reaper described. What my father is doing now. What he's been planning for twenty years.