Honor Thy Father Novels & Stories

I let out a breath of amusement, "You seem well." "Shut up! You think I don't know why you are keeping me in here? Locked up like a prisoner in my own home?!" again severe coughing filled the room. "You are protecting your mother's murderer—" "She didn't kill mama, Pops, her father did. We are not defined by the sins of our fathers. The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father, neither shall the father bear the iniquity of the son." I recited the Bible's verse.

“And in this world, that means you don’t get to break. You pick yourself up, you stand straight, and you make them regret ever thinking they could touch you.” I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I nodded. “Yes, Papà. I understand now. I learned my lesson. I know you always know what’s best for me even when I don’t. I’ll do whatever you ask, I’ll obey, I won’t fight back, I won’t… breathe wrong. I promise, Papà. I won’t ruin your honor any more than I already have.” His eyes narrowed, before his tone turned bitter, “You think I care about honor right now?”

"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

His mind, though brimming with uncertainty and fear, is also charged with a spark of determination. "Come here, Jan," calls Seraphim, his voice resonating with a mix of solemnity and authority. "Kneel before me and close your eyes. Do not open them until I instruct you to. Are you sure you want to know the truth about whether the Ancient Honoré is truly your father?" "Yes, sir," Jan replied firmly. "I cannot fully explain my reasons, but there are actions I have witnessed that I do not agree with. I would not be lying if I said the idea of not being your son would bring me some relief."

What sacrifice would a child make for the good of their family and the honor of their father? "Don't embarrass me and go back to the nuns. Don't cry or act up." His father said, walking towards them. Abigail looked at her father. His father, acting as if he was doing him a favor, said, "You should be thankful you're far from the judgmental people here. Go back to where we left you." He added, "Don't wait for me to repeat myself. You know I hate repeating myself," and turned his back on him again.

"Shanon! If it weren't for the fact that your daughter had traffic value, why would I ever get involved with an old hag like you? "If it weren't for you, I'd still be lying at home making money! Today, you and your daughter can die with me!"

Bratva ink wasn’t for show; it signified blood and loyalty. “Do the test,” Vincent said suddenly, his voice hard and final. “Do it now.” “Vincent…” Francesca started to protest. “Mother, if Dante is my son, the test will prove you right. But if he’s not…” The unspoken threat was clear. Seeing that Vincent wouldn’t budge, Dante turned to the old woman, his face a mess of tears and snot. “Grandmother…” But Francesca was no fool. The purity of the family bloodline was sacred.

his father said softly, his gaze warm. Adrian smiled. “I’m the one who should thank you,Dad!” “What? What did you just say?” Adrian was startled; he thought his father hadn’t heard him. He took a deep breath and said, “I mean… you’re welcome, Father. Goodnight.” He replied with a meaningful smile and closed his father’s bedroom door.

“Your father earned our respect…” “My father was a tyrant. He killed when he was in the mood. He abused his powers and made everyone around him feel like shit. Killed my mother, tortured me for being born. If he is the kind of leader - you want to follow. If he is the kind of leader you’ll respect, then-.... fuck off. I don’t want your loyalty, nor your respect - and you won’t have mine.”

" The words struck Davidson like a punch to the stomach. They were meant as an introduction to forgiveness, but they sounded like a sentence of death. But… the Bible says… 'Honor thy father and thy mother.'" Mark's voice deepened slightly as he quoted words that he'd clearly had to memorize. "It says that a man should… should leave father and mother and cling to his wife.". He gazed out at the sea of faces, then at his shoes. "My father didn't do that. He left us. He… he lived in sin with another man." The word—"live in sin"—was so old-fashioned, so toxic, in his child's mouth. It wasn't something a nine-year-old would say. It was something given to him, used