Honor Thy Father Novels & Stories

Dad interjected, "Because we know you, Marco. It's not how we raised you. You're a man of honor. We don't have to stoop to their level to seek justice." I turned my attention towards my father, my voice dripping with bitterness. "I'm not like them, Dad. Not at all like them. Is Santino's eight-year-old son still breathing? Yes. Is Mattia's son here with him? No. Is Taddeo enjoying the rest of his life anymore? No. Is Santino's other boy with that damn stutter still standing? Yes. Is Sheila here to be with her husband and her daughter, will she ever get to raise her? No. Is Santino's daughter alive and well? Yes. So, forgive me, Mum, if I no longer give a damn about honor. To deal with savage

Elder Thurman’s reaction was a source of satisfaction, a small victory in this ongoing war, a taste of the revenge I sought. I smirked mockingly at him, a small triumph in my face of his contorted face. His eyes began to change color, a sign of his growing anger. His eyes narrowed, his anger evident. However, my smirk turned into a frown when I heard my father’s voice. “Hades! Show some respect in front of Elder Thurman!” My father commanded, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and authority.

Then, without another word, I moved to my father’s grave, the stone standing tall beside Camila’s. I stopped just short of the gravestone, staring at the name etched into the marble. “Papa.” The word barely left my lips before it felt like a weight pressed down on my chest again. I didn’t know where to begin. I had let him down. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. I’m sorry for not making you proud. For not using the principles you taught me. There was no one who had more faith in me than he did. My father had been the rock in our family. He had been the one who taught me about honor, loyalty, and duty.

For many men they had two women who they loved most, their mother and the mother of their children or wife. That was not the case for Tan Lee the heir to one of America's holding multinational and conglomerate. At least not now he could boast of that four years ago but everything ended when his parents could not keep their business to their self. "Honor thy mother and father" was one commandment he wished he could get rid off from the holy books because his parents didn't care to reference the "don't provoke your children to anger" when doing their meddling.

My father impressed into me, over and over again, that in this business, all a man has is his honor, but as long as he has that, he’s more man than monster. The video of Eleni going limp as the bat cracked into her skull plays through my mind again. “What do you need from me?” I ask.

"You still have my blood in you, Spencer. The royal blood of the Hayes. You have a duty to uphold our family's honor and reputation." I laughed, a bitter, mocking sound. "You're talking about honor and reputation? You, who kicked out your own son because he didn't fit into your narrow-minded, outdated ideas of what a prince should be?" My father's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "How dare you," he growled. "I did what I had to do to protect our family's reputation. And now, I'm going to do what I have to do to restore it."

I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “My, my. What cute little rebellion you’ve found. Good thing I thrive with rebels. You’ll learn, Theo,” he said softly, kneeling down beside me. “You’ll learn that loyalty comes with a price, not honnor. I don’t give a damn about your morals or your pathetic ideals. You’ll be useful, one way or another.” I tried to push myself up, but my legs wouldn’t obey me. The pain was too much, my muscles too stiff. “Tell me what you know. Anything, one small thing and I’ll let you breath again.” My father’s voice was sweet now, like he was trying to coax a secret out of a frightened child.

But she stood by Harry fearlessly, is she fearless if she doesn't? He looked at Stacy, "Do you know who my father is? You won't get a good deal with me." Stacy met his eyes impartially, and said coldly, "I don't know who your father is. I only know that the world is equal. If you do something wrong, you must take responsibility. In ancient times, there were princes who violated the law and the common people. The same sin, is it possible that your father can cover the sky with just one hand?"

I can't see them being hateful enough to each other to engage in infidelity? 'Viktor Is Our Father, Manuel.' Kane proclaims without any doubt. I somehow can sense his honesty. 'But how... Why?' I question. 'I'm not sure. But that's something you'll need to talk to your 'parents' about. And I told you earlier that it is from our Father's memories. Not our own.' Oh damn, he did! I just didn't pay attention to him. Because that nightmare had me so creeped out!

Then she leaned in, her lips curving into a smug smile as she whispered in my ear: “Katherine, just look at my mother and Alpha—they’re perfect for each other. The only one worthy of Alpha is my mom, not you. If only Lena were dead, then Alpha could finally be my dad.”