Is Winston John Wick's Father Novels & Stories

“I felt like all the light had gone out of the world. I thought by distancing myself from my daughter, I could shield us both from the pain of the darkness that was consuming me. But…” “But that’s not what Melody would have wanted,” I finished for him. “And it’s not what your daughter needs.” “No,” Winston admitted, his shoulders slumping. I stood, dusting myself off, and turned to Chris. “It’s not too late, Winston,” Chris said. “Your daughter needs a father. And she needs a new world, a better world, built on strength and unity and love.” Winston was silent, although his icy facade had begun to melt. He looked at each of us in turn, his eyes lingering on my belly, where my hand now rested

I nodded, she looked me over and covered me up with a blanket, she gave me a serious look, “Have you ever seen that man before?” I nodded as I could feel the tears begin to flow in my eyes again , “Yes there’s a warrant out for his arrest for hurting me in the past, he's my ex boyfriend and the father of my son.” That’s when it dawned on me, I remembered they were looking for him and I was hiding somewhere. More was coming back to me in pieces but I couldn’t remember everything. Just then our room was swamped with security guards and other staff members. I seen my father and Steve come running in past the security guards.

Winston, who had never displayed vulnerability, not even during Jennifer's passing, unexpectedly teared up in Jonah's presence. "Don't lose sleep over it. Mandy, Lyse, Silas, Jasper, and I will take care of any trouble that comes our way. Isn't Jasper eager to marry Lyse? Consider this a test for him. I'll make sure he understands that being my son-in-law isn't a walk in the park," Winston scoffed, devising yet another plan. "Dad, thank you…" Jonah had no more words except to thank his father. Winston's heart ached when he recalled the cruel and vulgar insults directed at Jonah online. He opened his arms and hugged Jonah. "There's no need to thank me. We're father and son."

“Yes, sir. And the file contains references to a meeting that was supposed to happen the day after Mayor Winston died.” Alexander’s voice was low. “With whom?” Nico swallowed. “Victor Bailey.” My father went still. Everyone looked at him. Dad’s face had gone pale beneath the controlled anger. “I remember that meeting.” Mom turned to him. “Victor?” He looked at Alexander, and for the first time in my life, I saw my father look truly regretful in front of another man. “Your father called me the night before he died. He said he had proof that someone was using Winston properties and Bailey routes to move illegal shipments. He wanted to meet quietly before going public.”

Vincent firmly stated. "He is. You need to accept that. He is a good man, give him a chance to get to know you because between Venedict and him, it's him who truly care. Venedict was never your father even in the very beginning so give Bonifacio the chance. I usually don't say this but I am glad I met your father, before you do because somehow, I know that you won't ever be deserving of your biological father. I am not a kind person, I am far from being one but your father made me believe that there's a good in me." Kingston smiled before he grabbed the gun on his pocket and he shot himself in the head. "Kingston!"

Elena’s hand tightened around Ethan’s until he caught and returned the pressure. “W.K.?” Ethan’s whisper barely moved air. Jackson’s face was dragged into a lean seriousness. He shut his mouth for a moment and then said, carefully: “W.K. — William Kingstone. Damian’s father.” The name landed in the room like a dropped plate. Elena’s stomach dropped to somewhere felt as if it belonged to a different person. The old life, the accident, the nights of hospital fluorescence—everything moved in a loop, and now more than ever the loops overlapped.

(his mother asked. “Come to the house. We need to talk.” (RICCA DURUMIO was the name of his wife in Florida. The same name as Lorain’s friend.) “I’m busy, Ma! I can’t come right now! I have to take care of some documents. I’ll call you later, Ma. Bye.” (Winston said angrily.) (“So irritating,” his mother muttered on the other line.) After Winson hung up on his mother, she felt furious toward the woman her son was living with and said harsh words.

“Pepper Kimmich, you are insane! Let go of my father!” Noah yelled with reddened eyes. However, realizing that Pepper was unmoved, he hurriedly called out to John, “John, hurry and have your woman let go of Dad! What is she trying to do?” Everyone started screaming in panic as well. John took in a deep breath. “Pepper, let go of my dad. Let’s talk through this.” Deigning to even look at him, Pepper’s eyes were fixated on Alex as she said, “You really have surprised me. Looks like your father, William Rockefeller, really did solve that secret and handed it to you. He managed to deceive everyone.”

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.

Maxim chuckled with a condescending look at Avery as if assessing a worthless object, “She betrayed your son with another man, have you forgotten?” “So?” Leonard's tone was as flat as his expression when facing Maxim. Maxim stepped closer to his father, “Father, are you crazy? She's my ex-wife.” He rubbed his face roughly, “What were you thinking, marrying her without any of us knowing?” “Go inside, Avery,” Leonard asked, and the woman immediately obeyed, stepping inside Leonard's private quarters, leaving the man and Maxim behind. Leonard looked seriously at Maxim. “You, get out of my sight right now,” he ordered.