Infinite Parents Guide Novels & Stories

she mumbled the inaudible words. “These are Nina’s parents… they refused to sign the death certificate because you approved the organs donation…” he didn’t finish his sentence when Renata began to laugh out loud to the confusion of both parents who exchanged worried glances. “Parents?” She muttered under her breath, her voice filled with scorn. “Nina never had parents,” she finally turned to look at them, her eyes red with anger. “Where were you when Nina needed you the most?” Her eyes rested on Nina’s mother who slightly dropped her head to the floor.

As if we’re not discussing her future grandpups right now. “I don’t know how to be a parent. How to raise a child. Change nappies. How to do any of it.” I state. “No one does to start with, but they learn. You’ll have the support of the whole Pack and, with Aeron and Cain, you’ll have two mates beside you the whole time.” I balk at that. At the thought of Aeron and Cain changing nappies.

Pointing to Christopher, Carie asked, "What advice can you give to all fathers out there?" "Keep fighting and strive for your family. Your hard work is bound to bear fruits," said Christopher. Referring to Cole, this time, Carie asked, "Cole, what advice can you give to all young adults and children about their father?" It as if the question was really meant for Cole. Having lost his parents at a young age, he said, "Kids love your Daddies and your Mommies too. Not all of us... have parents."

matapang na sabi ni Nimuel. “Huh? Eh kailangan ko ng parents consent para mangyari 'yon. Sa tribo, si kuya Limuel ang guardian ko. Sa labas ng tribo, si Papa ang magbibigay ng parents’ consent,” matagal na kayang inaral ni Tala ang mga options niya.

But he didn't find it funny. " So, will they come here and try to drag you away to marry this guy ? " he asked and I nodded. I heard a rumbling growl coming from the depths of his chest. " What exactly is it your parents want from you ? " he asked. Getting straight to the point. I rolled off of him and on my back , so that I looked up at the ceiling. " My parents hate the most paranormal , they believe that they were born to eradicate most of them. My mother had this vision or dream, whatever you want to call it. Of where they needed to create these super species. Ones that would be strong enough to kill wolves , vampires , witches , bears , dragons, you name it, they want them gone. All exc

I began to cry, seeing that my mum has refused to respond too me as well. At that point, a hand grabbed my shoulders and I turned to see my uncle in tears. "Do not disturb the dead Ariana. Your parents are no longer living souls, but dead souls. And their souls will journey to the infinities for judgement. May their good works, speak for them." My uncle said. Immediately I heard this, I was provoked and I stood up, looking at everyone and tightening my fist. "No! My parents are not dead. They can't be dead!" I said, as everyone kept staring at me in sadness and in anger.

We left the gathering with an unsettled feeling. After everyone left, Andrew pulled me to the side, looking worried. "Charlie, what did that guy do to your parents to convince them to leave the house to him? You should talk to them and stop them from doing something so stupid." I looked at my parents chatting happily with Harry from a distance and shook my head. "Maybe they just want someone obedient who does everything they say and stays by their side. There is nothing I can do about it if I can't be that person, and they found someone who could be that for them."

You don’t expect it to be written across your test results in capital letters. I don’t even know where it came from. There’s no family history, at least not that I know of. My mom’s too busy asking the nurses at her care home if I’ve sent her money this week. My dad’s always confused. He forgets who I am half the time. I’m the only child. No siblings. Just me. And now, just this. This body. This broken clock of a body that ticks in the wrong direction. “Shit,” I hiss.

] My father wrapped his arms around himself in fear as he cursed, “Annie already gave up her position as the Dawson family’s heiress. She has sacrificed enough! Does it matter if Zinnia eats alone? This system is garbage! I want to terminate it right now!” [The system reserves the right of final interpretation. [Contract term: lifetime. Termination permissions: none.] “What level of pain did we experience earlier?” my mother cautiously asked. [Level 5.] I felt a sense of satisfaction unlike any I had ever known as I watched my parents’ anger and helplessness. So, this was what the Children’s Fairness System felt like. I was elated! My mother waved her hand and pulled me to the dining table.

"Mom! Dad!" I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly for the occasion, admiring how they stood together, embodying time and grace. My parents, Isaac and Scarlett Windermere, had aged in the most unusual way, thanks to supernatural genes that gave them a perpetual youthfulness. They looked the same age as when I first took on the village leadership over a decade ago—hovering perfectly in their early sixties, radiating a blend of old-world charm and enduring love.