Jay Park Enhypen Father Novels & Stories

he remarked, glancing at the vocalist. “Didn’t know you were thrilled by harmonists,” she countered, nodding toward the singer’s admiring stare. “My father used to play Marvin Gaye all the time,” Jonathan murmured, his eyes locking onto hers. “Oh,that explains why you're so consumed by it,” clapping as the band’s performance ended. “My father was a conservative man, I wonder if you'd survive him” Jonathan posed, his tone cryptic. “Barely, couldn't, even manage my own father, ” Evania retorted.

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

“Based on the genetic profile, the boy has strong genetic markers from Eastern Europe. Russia, to be precise.” Russian ancestry. A Bratva tattoo. It all made sense. The rest of the truth wasn’t hard to uncover. Dante’s real father was a Russian mobster. His mother, and Dante himself, had been part of a long-con, a trap designed to place a sleeper agent at the head of the Moretti family. Faced with the undeniable evidence, Dante crumpled to the floor, all the fight gone out of him, and grabbed at Vincent’s legs. “Father, please, for the sake of the years we had… don’t throw me out! I’ll change, I swear I’ll change!”

“But don’t you think that he is just trying to show her to deny all the allegations that had been going on around him , that he married the ex-girlfriend of his son and made her his wife . “ You know that I actually do not believe that , and I think that Ethan shouldn’t take matters like this likely , I don’t understand who would have brought out something as crazy as that just to spoil his reputations , that can never be true and I am willingly to stand in it that it just can’t be . “ You really can’t tell though , after all she’s the daughter of chairman Darren , one the richest billionaire and also an only child , I know that they could do anything just to get back at Jayden for what he d

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

And worse still, the man looked familiar. As he heard her enter, he raised his head and gave her a little smile. “Close the door behind you.” She complied, staring at him. She was so sure she knew the man. “You look familiar,” she said. “Do I know you?” He kept on smiling. “Hi Jenny,” he said. “I’m Derek Hale, the father of the man you are fucking.” She frowned. “You are Jayden’s father? Wow. Are you really ….the…… Veck sent me here. You know him right?”

A yearning smile appeared on Joe’s face, as if he was lost in an unforgettably beautiful memory. However, Kamaitachi was confused by his story. “Isn’t your father the lord of the Quintus family, Jakoda Quintus? Has he lived here before?” “I didn’t mean him.” Joe shook his head. “My father’s name is James Yard, an average migrant worker. He’s my real father.” Although Kamaitachi didn’t really understand what Joe meant, he didn’t get to the bottom of it because he was not the type to ask too many questions. He took another bite of his tomato and admittedly, the fruit was very sweet.

But he bowed his head slightly. “Yes, Father.” His dad turned and walked away. The footsteps faded. The house fell silent again. Kai exhaled, long and shaky, realizing only then that his breath had been locked in his lungs the entire conversation. You’d think—based on the public photos plastered across Asia and America—that his father was some saintly fashion mogul. Han Jaehyun, the legend behind RJ, the brand that ate runways for breakfast and was worshiped by influencers like a new religion.

"We need to talk. About Aiden." "He's been dead for a decade. What's there to talk about?" Torres pulled out a file. "We found something. In evidence we just finished processing from his house. Something that changes everything." "What?" She opened the file. Inside was a birth certificate. For a child born three months after Aiden's death. Mother's name: Sophie Chen. Father's name: Aiden Whitmore. "He has a son," Torres said. "And Sophie's been raising him alone for ten years. His name is Adrian. And he's been asking questions about his father."

He's the spitting image of Valentine. The alpha from my hometown, Parker, and his father, who was alpha before him, were much more reserved and chill. Alpha Jared, Parker's dad, was a straight-up py. Parker, though laid-back and chill, was freakishly f**g strong and incredibly smart. His relaxed personality paired perfectly with his mate's headstrong ass.