Honor Thy Father Novels & Stories

I was already on the edge of losing my mind, craving to be filled. "Come on, Dad," I thought. "Don't have mercy on me just because I look fragile and pretty. Just ravage me." However, the image of what I'd seen earlier suddenly flashed in my mind. Anthony's length was monstrous. No—I'd like to take that back! I couldn't do it. I definitely couldn't take in something so huge when I was so tight and narrow. It might even rip me apart and cause me to bleed to death right here. Then, I would contribute to the news articles tomorrow with a headline that read, "Midnight Tryst Turns Fatal: Thirsty Daughter-in-Law Ravished to Death by Father-in-Law!"

And then hardened as they rested on me “You,” he said as if accusingly, his voice slicing through my skin like a knife . “What are you doing here?” I froze. “Father… I—” “Don’t call me that!” he snapped and I paused. “Why are you back here?" Before I could say anything, one of his daughters leaned in and whispered in his ears. I could see the boiling rage in his eyes. “You had one chance" he continued, stepping down from where he stood "one purpose. To shift. To make something of yourself, to bring to this family, honor!”

He asked as they stood in the hallway “How am I embarrassing you Dad?” She asked appearing to be clueless “What happened to you?, You are acting like a stranger, this wasn't the way you were before you left here that's why am warning you for the last time, if you betrayed me in anyway, pray I don't live to realize it because I will kill you!” He said meaning every word “I did not betray you father” Dora said with a sign because no matter how angry she was right now, he was still her father, she would always be loyal to him

I asked, my voice full of concern. Father chuckled softly, the sound echoing lightly in the quiet hallway, "I have faced many threats in my time, Hiro, not all of them from enemies. Boris is seething with rage. His idea of strength lies in control and superiority like your mother does. However, he is still my child and I believe there is a glimmer of goodness within him." "Goodness?" I echoed, disbelieving. "How can you still have faith in him?" "He's just lost, Hiro," Father said, his eyes revealing a hint of sadness. "His mother…has misguided him. But he has a chance at redemption. We all do."

Unknown “How dare you son?! How could you disappoint me this much, you do not deserve to be called a black, you're letting your emotions get into the way, you have to be like me son, nothing matters except our goal and anything that gets into our way must be taken down, get it together son! We have a battle ahead. Now is not the time for emotions, don't you get it?!” Father yelled into my face, “I'm sorry father, but this is not the way I wanted this to be, I want this to move naturally I don't want to hate myself after this father”

My father's voice boomed from behind me. "Even though he might have committed treason, you should still respect him, he is still your beta." "Fuck that." I said under my breath. Turning back to Drako, my father's voice carried a weight of authority as he addressed the beta. "You better tell the truth now, Drako. Did you or did you not help the girl?"

" — My father was nervous, although he hides it very well. “As a Capo's daughter, the least she should have done was hold on to that title. How do we go into a meeting knowing everyone will look at her as a disgrace? I hit my father. Dishonored? I didn't do anything to take away my honor, what is he saying? “Your daughter still has your honor, Santiago. Kaanadan says coldly. "He hasn't even left town." "And you think she won't try?" The two look at each other and soon Kaanadan sighs in frustration, flaring his nostrils as he glares at my father. "And what do you suggest?" - Kaanadan's voice sounds calm.

“So you still remember you’re my husband? You still remember that Artie is your son? “How many times have I sought you out? Didn’t your bodyguard tell you? I even went on my knees before him in the end. Has your heart ever softened? “All I wanted was for you to see your son one last time, but all you care about is Jenny Horne and her child!” “Whose father are you, exactly? Can you even tell the difference anymore?” I recalled how, whilst Artie had been understanding of Logan’s busy schedule, Logan was letting another person’s child ride on his shoulders. My heart felt as though it were being pierced by countless tiny needles, a dense stinging pain coursing through me. Logan opened his mouth.

I assured. My mother nodded, her eyes filled with pride and concern. "Christopher, my brave son, be cautious out there. I know you want to seek the truth about what happened to your father. The secret you seek to unveil holds the power to shatter lives and reshape destinies but remember you have the strength to rise above this darkness and forge into a new legacy."

My breathing was ragged as I yelled, "How was I supposed to know she was the damn Moon Goddess?!" Each scene, each word, replayed in my mind, suffocating me. "Son, I understand how you're feeling, but we cannot disobey the Moon Goddess. Hades has to be king. I trust you will serve by his side instead," my father had said. "Okay, Father," I had responded. "Thorne, I am so sorry. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us. We have no choice; the Moon Goddess' words cannot be disobeyed," my mother had pleaded.