My Five Guardian Dads Novels & Stories

"We can never be past that when it was your fault I turned out like this, it is your fault I had hurt Angelina and Tristan" Angelina, I knew that was the name of my birth mother, what had she got to do with what they were talking about. Did he really kill her as he claim, was my dad really the Monster he showed on my arrival. "You have an obsessive love disorder, how is that my fault. You torture those who are just like you because your object of obsession rejected you, calling them faggots when you are also one" My dad was gay? My mouth fell at the thought. He had an obsessive love disorder, what was the meaning of that?

A reminder. Lucian had fucked me like he was trying to rewrite my DNA, and my body hadn’t forgotten a single thrust. I could still feel the ghost of his cum leaking out of me this morning when I showered. And the whole time I was rinsing his marks off my skin, my brain kept circling back to one sentence. “Not even my father can take you from me.” But me? I heard it different. I heard challenge. Because the second those words left his mouth, my mind flashed to his dad—Mr. fucking Blackthorne.

Law answered flatly. Mr. Bluesmith sighed. “That’s all we had, I’m afraid. The child was well hidden. His mother fell in love with her bodyguard. When the family disapproved, she ran. Mrs. Sierra deeply regrets how it ended. Now that both parents are gone, she wants her grandson home more than anything.” I narrowed my eyes. “When did the parents die?” “A fire in Houston. Gas leak at a charity event they were attending. There was… nothing left to bury.”

Lyra "Five days after several establishments of Adrian Mancini, the CEO of the Mancini Group, exploded, police authorities have concluded on the case and confirmed the source to be a series of classified military bombs, which are obviously not open to the public. This brings about the question of..." Dad turned off the TV when he walked into my hospital room again, carrying some drugs, and he came to my side. "You shouldn't be watching that." "Why?" "Because... you need to rest, and that is not going to help."

A woman in her fifties held a banner above her head. Ashcroft Owes Us. A man beside her had a photograph, my father's photograph, printed large and crossed with a red marker. Someone in the crowd looked up and saw my face peeking out the window. "There she is!" She screamed, pointing at the window to mom's room. "Ashcroft, you bitch!" "My father lost everything because of your family!" Something hit the window sill. An egg, bursting yellow against the concrete. Then another, smacked me straight in the face.

“Hey, human. I like you. If it is you, I will accept it. It’s a little late for introductions, and I don’t know what my stupid child told you about me. I’m the guardian of all shifters, Ambrose the Fenrir. This is not my real body. It is merely a projection of myself using mana. This child here is the medium, so I won’t be here for long.” Ambrose Fenrir? Emily tried to recall where she had heard the name before. There was only one known guardian of shifters, according to Richard and Emily’s eyes widened. The whimsical grandfather who often took care of the boys and the reason for Richard’s childhood trauma was this teenager before her! “It’s you?” Looking extra smug for surprising the future

"They were brought by my adoptive father from his last travel before he died years ago." "Tivona, I'm sorry that I brought up such a subject..." The younger looked at her and strained a smile. "You're bound to know it anyway. My father is also a firm believer of the guardians, said that they exist for a reason: to protect the last secrets of humanity: secrets that are supposed to remain buried in the sand." "And you?" "For a time, I believed him too, we are a small village, we barely get any action other than disputes against members and from other villages, but other than that, we are practically secretive that we rarely interact with the others save for our neighbour for basic necessities.

I almost sighed feeling like this would be a history lesson. He said in this world there are a total of five experimentation facilities. The one you were at was the biggest. That facility is run by three of the families who have run it for generations over time. Anyway my father happens to be under the top dog in this. He has a very powerful role. He helps determine what happens in that facility. He can supersede sometimes what the top dog Dennis says. By saying he doesn't agree with that decision we are going to put it to a vote. Then the three families chat and decide together. Those three families are the ones we have to take down. I nodded and waited for him to continue. He said they are