Is Elio's Dad Gay Novels & Stories

"I can’t, Elario. You know I can’t. I'm not good for her. I am poison. Look at what happened when she stayed near me. Everyone who stands near me ends up in a grave. I killed your father. I'm the reason she has a hole in her chest and a scar she will carry forever." "Listen to me," Elario snapped, suddenly sounding angry. "I haven't forgiven you for killing my father. I don't know if I ever will. He was a difficult man, and he did terrible things, but he was my blood. I saw my sister's face when she woke up. I heard the way her voice shook when she said your name. There is no one else in this universe who could love Elena the way you do. She doesn't want a perfect man who has never made a mi

"This is the truth you wanted." Elio slammed the bloody investigation report against Ava's face. The edge of the thick file left a red mark on her pale cheek. In the three days since he had returned from the abandoned church, all human warmth had vanished from his eyes, replaced by an icy emptiness. "Elio, please, just let me explain…" "Explain?" His voice was unnervingly calm. "Your father didn't die taking a bullet for the family. He was executed for stealing arms money. The kidnapping at the racetrack? You staged the whole thing. And you planted the bomb yourself."

Fabio took a deep breath and spoke; "Imagine how would you feel if you were told that you can no longer be with El because of your last name that's what happened to Claudio. He was told he would never see his child grow up because of his last name and that was a decision made by Romano. Your boss is the kind of guy that is capable of keeping a daughter away from their father and father away from their daughter I don't know what happened between them or what transpired but; Eleanor's grandfather played a pivotal role in making sure that she wasn't raised with her other family she doesn't know anything of them and she will never know anything of them until now."

“And that’s final.” His mother clutched her pearls, with her eyes wide with fear, or was it realization? “You’re being ridiculous,” Richard seethed. “You’re our only heir, and you’ll act like it.” “I’d rather die poor and happy than rich and imprisoned,” Eli muttered. He turned to leave. His heart thumped in his ears. As he reached the front hallway, his mother’s voice called after him. “Eli,” she said sharply. He stopped. “Are you…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Are you gay?” The world stopped moving. His hand

My father moaned and the sound cut through me like a shard of glass. "Isn't this the reason why you have been doing everything to get my attention?" Benedetto smirked, caressing my father's ear as he sucked on his cock. "Because you missed this big cock, hmm?" "I do." My father groaned out like a dog in rut. "You are just like back then, Price. You are still a slut for my cock. I wondered why you couldn't stand your son being gay, is it because you missed this, and you couldn't stand that poor boy being out and proud?" Benedetto asked, his eyes moved up, pinning me with a tight smirk and I felt tears rolling down my eyes.

I prayed silently that the contract would be called off, that someone would intervene, and that this would all vanish like a nightmare. “This is not happening, Liam,” my father barked. “You are not going to be a bride to the son of my best friend…. Gay marriage is not allowed! Mr. Ronaldo, please stop this stupidity from happening. That is my son, and you are…you are molesting this arrangement. This is not what we discussed!” Elijah’s father’s face darkened, and he shouted at his son. “Stop this nonsense immediately ... what has gotten into your head? Your wife is Ella!”

Derek continued, “Does he even love you the way you love him?” At his father's words, Dex that moment in the bedroom, whispering “I love you” to Elian during sex, only to get that strange, distant reply. He honestly hadn't expected Elian to say it back, that would have been terrifying. Because he had simply believed Elian couldn't have possibly come down to access what his feelings were. Whether it was love… or lust. His father continued speaking, breaking him out of his thoughts. “For all we know, Elian is probably planning to use you. To destroy you from the inside. You're just too gullible to accept that because you're sleeping with him.”

“Elio Rossi.” This was a part of our life I hated. “Fuck. Isn’t he the brother of Leandro?” Our father wouldn’t be able to pick these men out of a lineup. They sacrificed their lives for him, and he couldn’t bother to learn their names. I knew each one. Elio was the younger brother. His older brother, Leandro, had been killed about a year ago. “He was.” Dante nodded. “I paid a visit to their mother.” “That should have been me.”

The gasp escaped her before she could stop it, sharp and unmistakable. Elio. Her heart lurched in her chest as she stared at him, every muscle in her body going rigid. How had she not known? How had she never made the connection that his father worked here? He had mentioned his dad casually a couple of times while they were seeing each other, but she had never met the man—not once while they dated for months. And now he was standing in the doorway immobilized, his face suspended between shock and astonishment.

He walked to his wife and kissed her cheeks “yes, son. Your grandma is with the Mayor. Also, she just brought another property closed to the market. We will close the deal before going home.” “Take care dad” Luciano said before his father left the officer. He turned to his mom and asked “that was a close one. Something tells me that your husband is this close” he made a circle with his thumb and index fingers. “so close to finding out that Isabella is a Jimenez.”