Is Winston John Wick's Father Novelas e Histórias

“A while ago. I was in Dad's quarters.” “Blake?” Grandpa Winston's expression turned sullen. He dropped his cup of tea. “That boy wouldn't visit me for once. I even had the servants to spread the gossip that I am sick.” “Don't let his actions bother you, Grandpa,” Lucas coaxed him. “You are doing well without his care.” “The heart is not stone. He is my son, Lucas Harrison. I wonder what I did wrong. While your mother was alive, he never treated me this way.”

I replied. “What did the mugger say?” Dad questioned, his eyes shaking in curiosity. “He said my biological father is Late Mr. Winsor, but who is Mr. Winsor.” I inquired hesitantly. “Wait a minute, what did you say, mention that name again.” “Mr. Winsor.” I repeated. Do you mean Winsor Phillips? Dad burst out, his pupils dilated, mouth opened, his expression was evidence of the shock in his eyes. “How did you hear that name?” He asked as the smile which was on his face before faded away.

WormWhick said as he left my room, I was sure he shuddered when he heard my roar followed by a loud thud once he had gotten halfway into the corridor. When he came back I was walking in circles in my nation size bed room, taking the coffee from His hand and draining it in one gulp. “Your father… he sent me to fetch you.” I grunted, wanting anything but a conversation with my father this early in the morning. He would probably be thinking of a scheme to eliminate Alpha Silva. “I can’t.” “He insists—” WormWhick made to argue. “Tell him I’ll be ready!” I said through grit teeth.

Howard’s voice turned sharp. “I already placed a ten-billion-dollar bounty on his head.” Mccart replied quietly. “That will not be enough.” All eyes turned toward him. “He is the son of John Edison Sr.” The room went still. Heiden frowned. “That man died years ago.” Mccart shook his head slowly. “No.” “He fought the Consortium thirty years ago.” “And he almost won.” ⸻ Yang Estate – China Sam’s voice came through again. “Master John… I have found historical encrypted files connected to your father.”

Wood. "Are you Mr. Williams' chief security officer?" I asked. "Yes, you remembered," he replied, smiling. But he looked different from that time—it had been a long while. "So, why are you here?" I asked, a bit confused by his sudden appearance at my office. "Ma'am, I have something important to tell you about Williams Wood." "What about him?" I asked quickly. He looked up at me. "First, I need you to know that your father was involved with a dangerous mafia group. He was their leader and planned to leave before his untimely death." He paused, catching his breath.

“Could it be because she’s of Beta blood?” Nick and I turn our heads at Father. “Beta blood?” I ask, confused. “Willow’s father is Owen Reid. I’m surprised you couldn’t tell it by her surname,” Dad says. This is the kind of stuff I should know by heart, this is the kind of stuff he’s been training me my entire life to know. And the fact that it didn’t even cross my mind is just further proof that the mate bond clouded my thoughts. Further evidence that I need to get my shit together and stop it.

… "Amber's last name is Tayson, which is only natural since her mother is Miranda Tayson. What's wrong with her taking her mother's surname? "But you—you're a Wales! If you hadn't brought that token, I would've never believed you!" Thomas threw the paternity test results in Susan's face as he spoke. It turned out my father had long suspected something was off with Susan. From the very beginning, he had sent someone to secretly investigate her background. Susan watched in disbelief as the report slid down her cheek. "You're just a fraud!" my father continued, fury lacing his voice. "I'll send you to jail right now."

"I thought you weren't coming. Dylan told me your leg hurts. Rheumatism?" Allen Whitaker was Adam Whitaker's father. He was a feared former military officer, just like his son now. He had been close childhood friends with Regina's grandfather and was still part of the Maverick family. He was nearing 90, but he was as fit and clear as a flashlight with fresh batteries. Allen shook his head. "Dylan, that kid likes to exaggerate. I'm fine, rheumatism is just normal for someone my age, nothing out of the ordinary."

“You're such an ass licker yet you don't even know who your father is. Do you think the king loves you so much or gives two fucks about you?” I hated using people's weaknesses against them but I knew my father's head guard's story. His mother was a well-known whore and he was born out of wedlock. His eyes widened and he flinched before pinching his lips tight to keep them from trembling. “Javier, don't tell me this little brat’s words hurt you. Come on, don't be a sissy,” my father laughed. “Hand him over, Father,” I said, pointing at Chadwick. My father laughed again and I felt rage build up inside me.

Then his eyes flicker to me and he says, “I always knew having you as a child would pay off.” Wait, what? Is Master Wraith my father? Why didn’t my mom ever tell me? I look at Osborn and his eyes move between my mother and Master Wraith as he shakes his head and murmurs, “No…” Osborn Flicka. This woman is Flicka, the woman who tried to come in between my parents. Her father is the one that tried to take over the Scarlet Pack. She and her parents had been banished and cast out as rogues forever.