Novel & Cerita Honor Thy Father

“You don’t understand what you’re doing just by standing there, by answering him like that, by smelling the way you do. You’re not just some girl to him. You’re a problem. You’re a temptation. And you’re walking straight into it.” “He’s your father,” I whispered. “Exactly. “And you’re mine.” He stepped back then, finally giving me space, his expression hard and unreadable as he looked me over one last time. “Go,” he said. “Go see what he wants. But don’t forget who touched you first.” “What the fuck are you saying, Lucian?” The words came out before I could stop them. “He’s your father,” I said. “Lucian, he’s your father. You can’t just say things like that like this is a game or some power

“Father…” “I… hated you more then, but now, I am dying…” he slowly turns to her, “Make me proud…” more blood came out of his mouth, his voice raspy and his sentences broken, “Br-bring back the honor of…of… the Luna P-puer Pack… take… take us home… bring b-back our land… the North l-lands…B-be the A-alpha tha-that I co-couldn’t be… be-because I… I wasn’t good enough… I… I’m a w-weak leader…” November shakes her head, “You are the pillar of Luna Puer Pack… Father… we couldn’t survive and wouldn’t survived all this time without you!”

I heard my Father's voice lower and his anger was beginning to be replaced by a feeling that made me cringe. "Father, forgive me... I failed... I should have tried, I should have done better..." I fall to my knees, with both knees on the ground and look at my Father. His eyes penetrate my soul and that dissatisfaction becomes deeper. "I gave you something... a Gift and you still waste it." My Father's voice makes me start to cry, for I did not want Him to look at me like that, to feel that way... I want to bring Honor and Reputation to my Father. I want to come to His feet and feel worthy to be His child.

he said. “Sorry,” I whispered. “You do not have to be sorry.” “Then what do I have to be?” Quiet. Then: “Just… honest.” That word hit harder than it should have. I swallowed down a hundred words that wanted to spill out. That I could not say. Not here. Not now. So I just turned over, forcing myself to keep my back to him. “Goodnight, Father,” I said, my voice barely holding together. After a pause, he answered. “Goodnight, Ezra.”

THEON He’s anger was obvious as he glared at me with complete rage. "So now you care what happens to him?" He hissed. "No, I don’t. But he is still her son." I shot back coldly. "She’s dead, she doesn’t know what’s happening here." His cold reply came, his chest heaving as he fought his anger. "It’s about being loyal to her and honouring your word. You know when it comes to Mom, I won’t let it slide. You are not to touch him. No matter how much he becomes a thorn in our side, he will not be touched. Understood?"

He growled at me. "I taught you honor," he cut me off. "Loyalty. Respect for the moon's choices. You spat on all of that." Through the weakened pack bonds I still possessed, I felt my father's disappointment like physical pain. "The human corrupted everything," I tried. "Made us weak—" "Beth Matthews showed more strength in granting you mercy than you've shown in your entire life." My dad's voice was cold. "She could have demanded your execution for threatening her son. Instead, she chose justice tempered with wisdom."

Sebastian just looks confused. My father narrows his eyes at Anthony. "What are you implying exactly?" "Did it look like I was implying anything? I simply listed out the deeds that a father must have performed for his daughter to become independent." "I see." "Then I don't see the problem here." My father chuckles. "I've always admired you Anthony. I've never quite met someone with your intellect. You've surpassed a lot in life Anthony. I think it's time you've taken the reigns of my business."

“Father Aryan, are you really doing as he says? You going to bend over backwards and be intentionally rude to me because he said so?” He sighs heavily and finally looks up at me, the deadness in his eyes is plain as day, it dawns on me suddenly that this deadness happened whenever he had to play the role of a priest, had to be the thing his father loved more than him, he was being something he hated, so of course he felt dead. Who wouldn’t? “He is my boss, so pardon me for obeying my boss, if he says to never carry you again, deal, if he says to keep the relation professional, fine. So please Miss Patterson, do not cross the line either.”

"You don't know me so don't urge me to do things I can't do!" He went silent. I heaved a sigh and looked down. We stayed still for a few minutes before I said, "Please... d-don't push me." I gasped when Anthony pulled me closer to him and guided my head to his chest. He patted my head and hummed. "For God commandeth saying honor your mother and father, and he who curses mother or father shall be put to death." "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. "That you should honor your parents but do not follow their deeds. Respect them but do not obey everything they order especially when it is immoral. Sydnee, hatred will only give you nothing but restlessness. Indifference will only make you cold a

The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation when my dad posed the first question, "Son, can you tell me why you accepted this invitation? Does it mean you still have some respect for your father?" The question was unanticipated, triggering a sudden coughing fit as I struggled to compose myself. I knew I had to choose my words carefully, as my answer could either ease the tension or exacerbate the situation. Isabel's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing as she awaited my response. I took a deep breath and replied, "I will never disrespect my father, I'll honor my father for as long as he lives." I smiled inwardly, satisfied with my answer, but my father's reaction was not what I expected. Instead